I’m not sure where this photo is in the house; thank goodness I scanned it years ago.
Now this was a Halloween costume! My mother made the majorette outfit, complete with hat. For some reason I had the baton, probably hoping I could achieve some level of athletic or performance skill. When people tout the promise that “you can be anything you want to be” and “if you can dream it, you can do it” and all those other platitudes, I should whip out this picture.
The year? Perhaps 1962 or so. Loved that blue and white station wagon with the “way back” seat that faced backwards. Note the travel decals. Life was good for us, at least from my perspective.