February 18, 2014

It's warm enough to take the baby outside.

Suburban Chicago, January 1959. My paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, takes me out.

This clip reminds me how people treated neighbors' driveways. We steered buggies—and rode bikes—as though driveways were part of the sidewalk, and therefore public space.


edutcher said...

The smile on Tatja's face.

You weren't a "striped devil" then.

Irene said...

Not yet, but I looked pretty stiff.

This clip really captures my Grandmother's personality. The proud smile on her face at the end is memorable.