The lighter side of family history.
It was December 1945. My big brother, Don Wright, had completed two years of Army training and was going overseas. A visit to the photographer was in order. Our sister, Doris — always a fashion plate — wore a smart suit and pinned a perky hat onto her updo. Don, of course, proudly wore his uniform, complete with cap. So for consistency's sake, the photographer decided that I should wear my coat and hat, too. Unfortunately, my hat was a gigantic fur hood. Years later, my husband looked at this picture and dubbed us "Sadie, Nanook and Joe."