I've been archiving a bit this evening, and have found a few unique shots. I've written before about being Ralph III, named for my absolutely cool Grandpa, Ralph. The picture on the left is from my earliest days, with Grandpa and Dad, I'd guess in 1956. Taken at Brigantine, NJ, the island just north of Atlantic City.
To the right, this picture is from 1981. Ralph I passed away that summer, so this is one of the last times we three gentlemen (?!) had our picture taken together. Guess which one of the Ralves is which (is that the plural of Ralph?). Instead of the Odd Couple, is this the Odd Triple?
Since I was archiving, I found a few oddities that were taken in Brigantine or Atlantic City. I don't remember the specifics, but have enjoyed the stroll down memory lane:
To the left is infanthood at 105 S. 23rd Street. Grandpa always wondered if he should've bought that house for a family vacation house, only two blocks from the very nice beaches on the Atlantic. To the right, I'm in front of a place that I would enjoy as an adult, the S.S. Minnow disguised as a saloon. I didn't know it then...Of course, all the glitzy casinos in AC today leave no room for a quirky yacht bar like this. Ah, the price of progress. In the center, the view in 1961 from the front row of the Sea Gull cottages. As an adult, I'd probably consider them to be sort of dumpy, but at age 6, I didn't have the cynicism of an adult, expecting a Radisson Hotel on the beach. I note in my profile that I am a sentimentalist