I am participating in #SOL17. Thanks to the writing community of twowritingteachers for this wonderful opportunity to read, write, and respond to other educators from across our country.
I have lots of baby pictures of me because my grandparents had so many framed. After that, there’s a huge gap. Mom never completed a baby book and Dad never took a lot of family photos. When my grandma died, my youngest sister inherited all the wonderful photos my grandfather had taken. That was over twenty years ago, and I still do not have any photos.
Recently, my brother-in-law had knee replacement surgery. My sister promised we would go through all the photos, and I was excited to view all the old photos my grandparents had saved, but it did not happen. I am not sure it ever will. Now, I shy away from being photographed because I am conscious of being so overweight. I am not happy with myself, and I hate seeing photos that include me.
But I had to have my husband take a photo of me with Albert Einstein. Yes, that’s right! At Einstein Hospital where my sister works as a nurse (my mom was a nurse and would have been so proud of Diane) and where my brother-in-law had his surgery, there’s a great statue of Albert sitting on a bench. I sat next to him and leaned my head close to his, trying to soak up some of his smarts. I’m not sure I acquired any, but it was worth a try!
I came into the world at Einstein Hospital on Broad Street in Philadelphia as did my two sisters. One of my baby pictures shows me in a thinking pose, too. So here I am, then and now!