April 14 1966 Larry playing with very safe toy

This just in from my Aunt Vicki: "All those fotos you have from Zaidie, my Uncle Harry most of my life, I saw as they came out of the chemical bath. He was wonderful and passionate about his photography and he taught all of us how it was done. Standing next to him in the basement dark room (Highland Ave) in the red light sniffing the chemical smells and bathing the pix in the bathtub, hanging them on the line to dry. These images remain because he was so patient and treated us with respect, like we were all capable of doing what he was doing... Man, that's love!!!"

28.12.1968 Proud Dad with some other kid!

I was the fourth grandchild. And even for Harry Roth, the novelty of taking pictures of this 'new' grandchild wore off a bit.


There are perhaps hundreds of thousands of pics of Happy (yes, that is his name), stacks of Steven, smatterings of Larry and eventually a few requisite baby pics of me.

Let's face it, the fourth child tends to arrive without much fanfare. As a result, pictures of me gooing or gaaing, are rare. But I've always loved this rare photo of me and my dad, and only as I just put it on the scanner and read my grandfather's handwriting on the back, did I realise that it's not me. It's never been me. My memories are a lie! A sham! Larry? But? But...

Ah well, it is still one of my favourites.

My father couldn't beam brighter.

23.01.1966 Happy and Larry on a horse to nowhere

07.19.1969 the four boys