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I feel this image is appropriate for my first official Shorpy "Jump the Shark" submission. Me, my father and brother (in the car) at Knott's Berry Farm, August 1964. Shot on 35mm Montgomery Ward brand slide film. View full size.
And I have yet to get over not getting to pan for gold at Knott's Berry Farm. I'm sure my youthful, yet unseemly, protest at the injustice of it all made an effective promo for Zero Population Growth.
Hey, Eddie L! If you hate these family photos so much, why aren't you complaining about the Dickey Christmas pictures? They're just a family sitting by a Christmas tree, for crying out loud! Where's the societal importance in that?
tterrace - keep sharing your photos! I love them, these are the pictures that will make up our history for generations to come.
Ah, yes, this picture shows the shark jumping the shark for sure! This pic ranks with the War Between the States photos taken in the field. It ranks with the WW2 photos of our fighting men and women. It ranks with the unforgettable Dust Bowl photos. Please, more of this juvenile stuff. OY VEY !
Loved the picture...and nearly choked on my iced coffee on these comments. (Seriously. "Maynard & Greg" put my laptop in peril of a coffee shower!)
"Dalrymple Surrey." "Tom Sawyer's Island" euphemism. Half the fun of Shorpy is the reaction to the photos!
What a superb web site-
Great to see some of your story too! Everybody has a story.
I grew up knowing some Higginbothams.
I don't see a single shark and nobody is jumping. Keep on Shorping, please.
Maynard G Krebs and Greg Brady, together at last!
=D
The rake, the hoe. That was very clever. Love the site by the way.
You are driving a replica 1905 Dalrymple Surrey. (OK. Actually made that up as a shout-out to all the folks who add so much great info to this site.)
But the family was there at Knott's Berry Farm a year later, 1965, me 8 years old. Next day Disneyland where I got separated from my folks for about an hour when they let me take the raft to Tom Sawyer's Island and couldn't find my way back for some reason – maybe there were two landings and which was the correct one confused me. For the rest of my life Pops used "gone to Tom Sawyer's Island" as a euphemism for "where the hell is that boy."
It's ... Jack Kerouac! Love the beatnik goatee. And tterrace, you certainly turned into the handsome rake!
[Better that than tripping on a homely hoe. - Dave]
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