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Flashback Friday - Sailboat Bibs

Marj dressed Mark and I identically till I suppose we wanted to forge ahead with our own identities. It was kind of cool, though, and I believe we we held on dressing alike for quite a while, perhaps longer than other fraternal twins.


                              

In going through the photos that you now have to put up with on Fridays for a while I came across these pictures of Mark and I in what seems to be sailboat bibs.


Am I crying? Nah, had to be dust in my eye. 



Front door before cement sidewalk and front patio.


Marj sure is dressed up for something.



I'm not sure where this picture was taken but there are those sailboat bibs again.


Now, I'm not convinced these are the above-mentioned sailboat bibs.  I can't see a sail so it is tough to know.  The straps look the same anyway.


Could that have been Archie Phil is holding?  If so, she would live a grand and long life for another 18 years or so.  Archie was one neat dog.  She would meet us at the end of the long double lot everyday after school when we started and would walk us home.   



 It then dawned on me that I had seen one of them in the few boxes I saved from the Flood in BFE. After about 3 boxes I saw what I was looking for, and was surprised that I not only had one, but both of the bibs. And they are in surprisingly good condition. Also surprising was that there are no tags. Could they have been hand made, perhaps from a pattern purchased in stores back then? I don't believe Marj was a seamstress but there were plenty of people she knew who were.  Perhaps our grandmother Mona was the seamstress and that is why they were kept?  That is my theory anyway. 

By the way, I took one of them and gave to Mark on my last trip up North.  He now has a bib outfit, too.  The earth is now spinning on its correct axis. 

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