When I Was a Kid, Our Parents Looked Like This
The handsome couple in the lower right hand corner are my parents, Bud Hanify up front, and my mother, Mary Lou, with her pretty hat and fetching smile. There was nothing rehearsed about my folks. When either one walked into a room, the local molecules got super-charged by their charisma. My sisters and I felt a natural pride toward our parents. Other people felt it, too. There was nothing pretentious in it. They did all this without tattoos.
That photo was taken around 1950 at the “Salmon Club,” which is where the Greatest Generation in Port Angeles, Washington continued their Big Band years as they sauntered into middle-age. Census records show that the population of Port Angeles in 1950 was 11, 233. Port Angeles was one of hundreds of fishing and logging towns that stretched from northern California to the Alaskan panhandle. See how they dressed? They put on ties and dresses to go out for dinner and dance with friends. Their shoes were polished, their ties and dresses pressed and straight. It looks like my father is wearing white socks. My bet is that they were argyles. He used to sing in front of the mirror and tell himself what a handsome bastard he was as he shaved, timing his razor strokes with the words of his song. He had a vivid Irish voice, polished to proficiency on their homestead in southeastern Montana, when the whole family sang through long winter nights. Continue reading “FROM CHARACTER TO CARICATURE”