Self Portrait Tuesday

This is me at 6 weeks old, and it's the first picture ever taken of me. A little background here: I was born in Austin, TX and put up for adoption. Back in the 1960's it was quite different than it is now. I was placed in a foster home and kept there, basically observation, for 5-6 weeks, to make sure that I was an 'ok' baby to place. Healthy and all that. Then they called my parents and told them they had a baby for them. But, to make it even better and so stereotypical of the times, they called on a Saturday morning. My mom took the call and my dad was out on the golf course! Perfect! They were living in Port Arthur, TX at the time, and drove up to Austin to get me, then turned right around and came home. My grandmother was there, waiting, and apparently took me away from my mother almost immediately and started rocking me in a rocking chair...which she did for all of her "babies". Someone, I'm guessing my mom, snapped this picture...the first picture we have of me.

And THAT, my friends, is the story of where I came from!