In this one the baby is on the maroon rug ooching towards a big dog with a square face wiry with fur. He is the shape of an overgrown terrier, an Airedale. I remember the doggie’s name, Boxy.
In this one the baby is wrapped in a blanket with a crocheted cap on her head. She is stuffed in a sled pushed by a young man. Let’s say it’s her father. He is smiling under a dark fedora at the beautiful young woman taking the picture. Snow falls on his brown suede jacket and black rubber boots. Daddy and daughter are in front of a farm house. Red with white trim, so I’ve been told.
In this one a skinny lady with short, permed hair holds the baby. The lady faces away from the camera towards a car across the street. The baby looks over her shoulder straight at whoever is taking this snapshot that I’ve never seen before.