Once there was a little family, ordinary, yet not so ordinary. Mom and Dad still in their 30s, Dad in coat and tie, the expected thing when dressing for church. Mom in one of her few store bought dresses, sleeveless bodice and pleated skirt. She has frosted her hair and is wearing a wiglet. The children are shown in various modes of dressy clothes, no blue jeans, three of four with clip on neckties. The little girl, in velvet dress and knee socks looks good enough to eat.

We might have been ordinary, but my in memory of that time we were hardly that. It is part of our history, our memories of what the family meant. All huddled together, posing for the camera and afterward, still staying close for strength and comfort.