Expo 67 - La Ronde 2

Here I am at La Ronde, riding something called....Toonerville? I have no memory of this at all. And what the heck is a Toonerville? It may be a reference to Toonerville Folks, an American newspaper comic strip that ran from 1908 until the mid-1950s. The strip often centered around a trolley called, naturally enough, the Toonerville Trolley.

Expo 67 - La Ronde 1

My favourite place at Expo? Well, duh. Every four year-old's favourite place, La Ronde, the amusement park area. Here I am riding a water ride.

Expo 67 - Tractors

Last week, we started our Expo 67 retrospective with a view of a large EXPO 67 sign. Clearly, I must have loved hanging around that sign, as here as some of dad's shots of me playing on some tractors that were parked near the sign. They must have chased us off the first tractor, as you can see it being put to use in the second and third photos. Next week, I promise...some slightly less tractory photos!

Then and Now: The Hat

Here's a picture that Dad took of me when I was around a year old. Not the best photo in a technical sense, but still interesting. Especially the hat. It looks like it doesn't fit me, like it's two sizes too big. The interesting thing is....


...the hat still doesn't fit me.

Trans-Carrot Highway

Not the longest highway on Vancouver Island, but the most nutritious.

I Was So Cute. I Wonder What Happened....

Christmas 1964

Almost two, here's me taking my new friend for a walk down the hall 50 years ago today. Apparently, I walked him down the hall for hours.

Peddle Car - The Sequel

Obviously, I must have loved this peddle cat -- I published a previous picture by my dad of me riding in it. In this photo, I seem to be taking it a lot more seriously. Maybe in this one I haven't got my licence yet and I'm still studying the rules of the road.

Dad

Dad would have been 91 today.

Portrait

Here's a portrait of me that my day took, late 1960s, so I am probably five or six years old. I don't remember this picture being taken at all, so no story to go with it, but it's a nice, relaxed shot.

D'oh!

Me as a youngling. It's a little know fact that I invented the facepalm. You're welcome.

Dad

Today would have been Dad's 90th birthday, so it's time for another one of his self-portraits. It's 1964, and dad has set up the camera on a timer for a family portrait. Note his unerring sense of timing as he blinks just as the shutter goes off. Also, this is clearly where my fascination with dolls action figures began. This is probably the earliest photo of the five of us: my parents, my two sisters and myself.

And this one, not taken by my father, is probably the last one taken of the five of us, from Christmas 1998, a couple of years before he passed away.

Peddle Car

Why yes, Officer. I did get my driver's license from a CrackerJack box. Why do you ask?

Then and Now: Happy Birthday to Me!

Happy birthday to me! I wonder what it was I just go away with.

I still do that face!

Camping With Dad

I'd thought I'd start this journey through my father's photo archive with a self-portrait. Except I can't seem to find one. The closest I've found so far is this one that he took when we went camping one summer at Scoen Lake. I think. It was either that or Buttle Lake. Anyway, he set the camera up on a picnic table with the timer going and he got the shot.