Shortly after this picture was taken, we were on a float with my mother for the bicentennial parade. She made both our outfits of a (very itchy) polyester gabardine, and she wore a dress to match.
The apples my sister is holding meant something, but I don’t remember what and now I can’t ask her. I’d be very interested if anyone knows the significance of the apples during the US bicentennial.
I was 5 and my sister was 3.
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I was 12 on Independence Day that year. My parents driver is from Portland, Oregon to Philly to celebrate.
Sorry for the poor quality; the original is blurry and on a weird dot-textured paper.
