The above picture is a reminder that I don’t know everything. See, I thought the child was a girl. But Grandmother Rachel identified the child as Hollis, Papa’s brother. A four-year-old boy in a white dress, long stockings, lace-trimmed bloomers, and long ringlets secured by a bow perplexed me. Grandmother explained that at the turn of the century, it was the custom for boys and girls to dress alike. I remember puzzling on that for some time, trying to conjure up an image of my, then young, brothers wearing dresses and long hair, but couldn’t quite picture it.
While the clothing and hairstyle attracted my attention, I was also intrigued by the beauty of the child. Uncle Hollis was a very
pretty handsome little boy.
I am the keeper of Grandma’s Bookcase and this is what I found.