Don’t cry because it’s over.
Smile because it happened.
~ Dr. Seuss
Obviously, Miami Vice’s influence on fashion trends in the ’80s informed my little brother’s choice of men’s wear. Sharp-dressed man.
Given his boyish looks, he was probably dressed up for his church confirmation here, circa 1986. He was standing in front of his tree house, his pride and joy. When I was growing up, that tree house was only a bench in the crotch of the tree. Over the years, it grew and grew and grew! Look how happy he was! That smile of his was contagious.
In the background, you can see the dirt floor of a very tall pine tree, under which my brother spent many hours putt-putt-puttering with Tonka toys and plastic shovels. Who needed a beach when there was dirt to be had! He was creative and imaginative like that.
To some extent, I am guessing a bit about my brother’s demeanor, his interest in fashion and construction. Six years older than he was, I didn’t know him as well I probably ought to of. When it was important, I was becoming an adult and my selfish growing up crowded out interest in my little brother.
And then he was gone.
But I’m remembering him today, on the 17th anniversary of his untimely death.
And I’m smiling.
~ IN MEMORIAM ~
Curtis R. Wallgren
August 4, 1972~January 17, 1999