Photographic Insert III

Elizabeth Brown peeks between the ears of her horse at the Mount Hood Country Club. Riding in gym bloomers rather than breeches is hard on my bare legs, but I had no choice, as Father is without a job.

Ulysses S. Grant High School.
“U.S. Grant, our school of honored name.
Goes triumphant on the march to fame.
We’ll raise our banners high.
We’ll hoist them to the sky.
We’re proud of our U.S. Grant.
Rah! Rah! Rah!”
This is the school song, as remembered by Claudine. We aren’t sure about “hoist” but agree that if it isn’t the correct word, it should be.

Lucy Grow, our kind and feisty Camp Fire leader, is snapped on her front steps, surrounded by Pukwudjies.

Above Top: Snapping this awkward picture of me as I try to climb a sandy bank is Gerhart’s idea of a joke.

Above Below: Claudine and I clown at Puddin’ while we hope some young man, preferably handsome, will offer to split kindling for us.

Father sits in our backyard beside an arch of Dorothy Perkins roses, proof that Portland is indeed the City of Roses.

I show off my fourteen-dollar graduation dress from Meier & Frank’s basement.

I am photographed in Mother’s dress for Grant’s yearbook, Memoirs, whose dedication, written by Jane Elton, fellow Migwan, reads: “To Life…with its winding bewildering roads…to the world with its joys and burdensome loads…. They’re ours to learn…to take and give. May fortune be with us in learning to live.”