Another rite of passage in a young person’s life. I went through the same thing 62 years ago and I was going to put my First Communion picture on here but I couldn’t find it. I did find our group picture but I could not pick myself out unless I was the kid wearing a bandana.
I vaguely remember this having something to do with my sister cutting my hair the day before the ceremony. I did not want my hair cut, expecially by someone who knew nothing about barbering. I ran but I was soon caught. I seem to remember one of my older female cousins holding me down while Vera chopped around on my head.
The holder may well have been one of the Cissell girls.
Whatever. Here is a picture of Susie, Riley and I. I’m the one in the tan pants.