Grandfather took me and Brownie to a studio to have our pictures taken today. We are sitting in an airplane with our faces stuck out of the windows. Each of us has a window all to himself. Brownie too. The place where we had our pictures taken was fun. You could pick out anything you wanted to have your picture taken with, like you could be on a donkey or even the man in the moon or on a boat or if you wanted to you could hold a basket of flowers or a doll but of course I wouldn’t like that. You could even be sitting next to a phonograph, and listen to music.
Although Hilda doesn’t describe the photo we see at the start of each entry, it’s possible that it was taken on this very day. I’d love to see the photo of them in the “airplane.” I have similar studio portraits taken of my mother and uncle in Vienna in 1926. My mother holds her toy rather gingerly — most likely provided by the studio rather than being a treasured possession.
