In this photo I’m with my paternal grandmother. I don’t know if she was the responsible for the awful hairstyle they had imposed on my innocent self. I suspect my mother had a great part of that guilt.
I was about three years old, too little to rebel against certain abuses…I wonder why they decided to make a kind of bird nest on the top of my head!
I would say also a word about the little lady’s style of clothes. Definitely it was not too suitable for my temper.
Oh well. It’s right that they had at least a short time to do what they liked with me. I can assure you that only very few years later I was already able to make my own choices ;^))