Bruised

Suburban Chicago, June 1962. Here's another view of my face after I took the fall on the driveway.

Related by Marriage: The New Puppy

Marquette Park, Chicago, Illinois, 1952. Mr. Irene's Mom walks her new puppy near the alley behind her Parents' home.

Show Dog Reunion

Monona, Wisconsin, August 2005. Rex auditions for the show-dog circuit. Two factors eclipsed that career: (1) we did not want an intact dog in the house; and (2) he was unruly ... on a leash.

Leashed

I didn't know, until today, that we have a photo illustrating the sensibility of leashing a turbo child.

Brooklyn, New York, March 1948. My Dad's twin sister, Jonė, uses two hands to control a relative's toddler during an Easter afternoon walk. Her paternal aunt, Victoria, enjoys the moment.

Unleashed

European parents who raised curious, busy children in urban environments saw nothing wrong with using leashes to control their kids.

My Mom occasionally led me on a harness and leash because I was such a turbo child. My family sometimes joked that I had a "motor in the tail."

Mom and Dad even installed a fence in the backyard so that I would not run away.

Once, I took off so fast that I tripped and fell, face first, on our concrete driveway. I skidded several feet. When I stood up, I had a bruised face.

Suburban Chicago, June 1962. The damage to my face doesn't seem to bother me. What am I doing here? Auditioning for an early version of the "Daisy ad?"