There’s no date on this picture, but the one in the middle, the only one really looking at the camera, is my dad. My guess is that they are standing outside of their grandparents’ garage, at the house on West Price Street (for you Phila folks, that’s just off Wissahickon) in Germantown.
When I see pictures like this, I wish fervently to have the ability to crawl into the scene as an invisible observer. I don’t have any desire to change things or shift the path that history took. I just want the scene to brighten into color and have the people starting talking, unfrozen and alive in that moment.
I want to know who was behind the camera. Was it Bunny, taking a picture of her boys for her in-laws, or was it her father? I want to know what their voices sounded like and how they expressed affection for one another. I want to know if Bill later pushed my dad off the bike or if he was able to ride around unmolested (as the youngest, my dad got beaten on quite a fair amount).