What follows is a true story that is retold
year after year whenever we come across the photo.
In the mid-70s, we moved to Atlanta and befriended our next door neighbors. Thankfully, we moved in and met our neighbors prior to Christmas holiday season.
When it came time to gather for the annual Christmas card photo, we enlisted our next door neighbor to take the picture. Before our neighbor came to our house, we put our dog downstairs in the ‘rec’ room and closed the door.
The photo was taken by a fireplace, located next to the door that led downstairs.
Mr. Cox, our neighborhood photographer, said he was going to count to 3 and then click the picture.
“One.” Our dog barked once. We laughed.
“Two.” Our dog barked twice. We laughed harder.
“Three.” Our dog barked – yep, you guessed it – three times.
True to his word, Mr. Cox clicked the camera, and he captured a moment when everyone in the family was either smiling or laughing.
You may notice my brother is grabbing is pants, in an effort to maintain some sort of composure. You may notice my sister – the one in the middle and wearing a maroon dress – her shoulders are ‘up’ as she was literally in the midst of laughter. And finally, you may notice me, the one in the pink striped pant suit; I was hoping I would not laugh so hard that I had an accident.
A great family photo with a great story to match. (I’ll leave it to you to speak to the clothing. Take your time and really inspect the photo, as there is much to see.)