I found this picture after having already put up the last post about cakes, but this kid is pretty special to me, so he deserves his own entry. When I lived in Portland I worked in an estate sale store called Really Good Stuff, which was down on Hawthorne. A lot of the photographs I found there were of this one kid, named Larry Darwin Justice, who was born in Falls City, Nebraska, and grew up in Portland. I accumulated photographs of him from when he was a baby until he graduated from highschool. Intrigued, I looked him up online and found out that he still lives in Portland, a dockmaster for the Portland Yacht Club. I considered calling him to let him know that I had found all these old photos of him, but I realized what that probably meant-- that someone he probably cared about a lot had passed away, and thought the better of it. Anyways, he's 4 here, with 4 candles in his cake. It's 1949, and he's pulling on the pocket of his shorts and with his tiny sandals on his tiny feet. It's time to eat.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Larry and his cake
I found this picture after having already put up the last post about cakes, but this kid is pretty special to me, so he deserves his own entry. When I lived in Portland I worked in an estate sale store called Really Good Stuff, which was down on Hawthorne. A lot of the photographs I found there were of this one kid, named Larry Darwin Justice, who was born in Falls City, Nebraska, and grew up in Portland. I accumulated photographs of him from when he was a baby until he graduated from highschool. Intrigued, I looked him up online and found out that he still lives in Portland, a dockmaster for the Portland Yacht Club. I considered calling him to let him know that I had found all these old photos of him, but I realized what that probably meant-- that someone he probably cared about a lot had passed away, and thought the better of it. Anyways, he's 4 here, with 4 candles in his cake. It's 1949, and he's pulling on the pocket of his shorts and with his tiny sandals on his tiny feet. It's time to eat.
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