I received my first camera a few months before this photo was taken. My baby sister became my most willing photo subject - which was probably a good thing, since, being the fifth of five children, my parents didn't take quite as many photos of Mary when she was little as they had of me, the oldest.
In this photo, taken in February 1967 when Mary was two-plus years old, she is recovering from a broken collarbone - hence the funny lumps under her shirt. And - oh yes - she dressed herself in a striped shirt, plaid skirt, and pink corduroy pants!
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What a sweet sentimental memory on this special day of your sisters birthday. I bet Mary loves this photo and your memories, too. It's so true that the youngest child's every moment is not recorded like the oldest. I'm the oldest of five, too. I wish I'd had a camera for pictures of my youngest brother...he was a corker!
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