This is Easter Sunday in North Dakota. From our ages and the fact that Katie hasn't put in an appearance yet, it must be 1965. I am on the left and little blonde Sally is on the right. My mother is almost out of shot on the far left. Dressing up for Easter Sunday. We wore little white gloves to Mass quite a bit. I remember if a t-shirt wasn't worn underneath these dresses, the net that held out our skirts would itch terribly.
Sally and I are 14 months apart in age so I don't ever remember not having her as a sister. As far as sisters go, she's one of the good ones.
Sal on the left and me on the right.
Love you Sal!