Summer 1947. We lived too far from the ocean for it to be an easy trip. So apparently a big wooden washtub was my summer pool. To a 3 year old it seems to have been just right! I wonder if the matching mother-daughter dresses were before or after the tub time... (and that is me as a little girl)
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