My siblings are flanking me here in Torroella de Montgrí, Catalonia, Spain, just in front of our house at the time. If you look carefully, you can see the castle we used to hike up the hill to. Dad had the wherewithal to write the exact date on the back of this photo with the comment “fresh egg run.” I remember regularly being sent to the end of that street to get eggs from a woman who I used to witness pick them out from under the hens right there in her home.
My siblings are flanking me here, as we sat for official holiday portraits in Spain. We are sitting in front of a sheepskin in our living room (it helped to keep the leather couch from getting too sticky). I still love having sheepskin rugs (even faux) around my house. My father was stationed in Estartit, but we lived in Torroella de Montgrí. I believe this was the 1975 holiday season since we only lived there for two years and by February 1977 we had moved to Governor’s Island, New York.
I’m estimating September 1973 this was taken. I went to Hillview Crest, in Hayward, California, for kindergarten. Fortunately my parents had started teaching me English, because even though I was born in San Pedro, California, I started talking when we were living in Cagliari, Sardinia, Italy (my mother was from Calabria).