My parents documented our lives with photos placed in scrapbooks that got updated as life's big milestones were reached. The albums grew thick with memories of trips, holidays, relatives and friends.
Fortunately, my Daddy started his first album in his teens, and I’m lucky to have some of his dated baby photos. This is a photo of him in Philadelphia on his “velocipede” in 1922. He was always on the go.

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