Grandpa Pettigrew

Robert Abner Pettigrew, 1903-1983

I think this picture was taken at our apartment, where we lived briefly before moving to Fairfield Plantation. I know it was our place because of that freaky, shiny vinyl La-z-boy.

The reason I looked a little irked? Most likely, it was because I didn't want to be read aloud to, but rather to read the book myself. Yep, at that age, I could read, and spookily well. That also explains why I look like I'm trying to slide out of his lap--the off-the-lap limbo.

No, I have no explanation for that peasant blouse I'm wearing.