A weekly-ish blog sharing my series of collages about growing up in the South during the 1950s.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Because of the G.I. Bill, my parents were able to purchase their first home, and I could hardly wait to meet our new neighbors. A very large dog was on the look-out for me too, and came bounding over to play. I was terrified, jumped into an above-ground pool next door, and waited there until someone came to save me.