Vintage Weekly: Child on Pony

in the olden days
photographers sought clients
at their domiciles

My parents moved to Muncie, Indiana
at the end of WWII,
when rental housing
was sparse.
My momma told me that
Daddy would get in line
around 4 a.m. seeking a place
for us to live.
This decrepit apartment house
was to be our home till
something better was available.
However, my mother kept 
her concerns locked deep inside
till I was older and she shared
how frightening it was
to have two small children
living in such a place.
If I'd had a camera 
back then, one would see
the wonders my mother
wrought in the inside of
this humble abode!
I think that Momma
must have saved money
for quite a while
to have this photograph taken.

my sweet 3 year old brother
I didn't notice the pup
till I scanned this photo.
It must have belonged
to the people
in the downstairs apartment.

linking with pleasure
to Jane's
Vintage Weekly