When we lived on Brookside Avenue we had a small sand box to play in. The sand box was built next to the garage but within eyesight of the kitchen window. Mom kept a pretty close eye on us kids. This picture was taken during the summer of 1949. I am enjoying my sand box playtime with my brother. Looks like one jolly baby, I'd say. I wonder if I am singing or am I just a constant talker. I can see where the jelly rolls landed in the family. Not on my brother, that's for sure. Ahh, simple summer fun. Cool sand on a hot day.
Couldn't be 48. Probably 49. You look maybe 18 months old. Sure was a tiny sandbox!
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