Left to right: My grandfather (mom's side), me, my father.
On the back, in my mother's handwriting, it says "Father's Day Breakfast Hotel Moraine". She lists my age as "48 weeks".
Of course, I turned to Google and found out the Moraine Hotel still exists:
The hotel is located on Chicago's beautiful North Shore between Highland Park and Lake Forest, 30 minutes from downtown Chicago and from Ohare International Airport, 1/2 mile from a metro station with trains to downtown Chicago every 30 minutes.Well, my grandparents lived in Highland Park at the time, so I have to assume this is the same place and that my parents went up to see my mom's dad on Father's Day 1961 when I was almost 1. We lived in Metamora, near Peoria, at the time. My grandfather died a little over 2 years later. I, of course, have no memories of this day and only a few of my grandfather. But I'm glad I now have this picture.
I might also add that this is one of the few pictures I have of my grandfather where he doesn't have a pipe in his mouth. Sadly, it was the pipe that ultimately lead to his early death (at 52) from jaw cancer.
And hey, I just thought of something else; I just turned 48 YEARS old this week. That makes me 52 times older than I was in the picture.