Willa and Paul (Bronx, NY, about 1949)

When I was born, Willa, my father's youngest sibling, was 5, and Paul, my Mother's, was 4. It is family legend that the day I was born, Paul was caught in the bathroom attempting to shave, I guess as a result of his unclehood.

I think boy toddlers often wore dresses in the old country then.