Baby Bobbie Landry
A few weeks ago I posted a photo of my mom as a child. In that post I said that I couldn’t believe that I had never posted a photo of her as a child before. The same could be said about my dad. I’ve posted a few photos of an unidentified Landry infant where it might have been him. I usually say that I think it might be him, but the photos do represent the Landry children of that generation. But I do have a photo – actually there are two of them – that is definitely of my dad.
This is Robert Joseph Landry, Jr. in 1929. He was born on January 31, 1929, in Lake Charles, Louisiana, and I don’t think he is older than a year in this photo. Before you say anything, just know that this photo has been edited to make it look as good as I am capable at this time. The photo is not in very good shape.
Actually I don’t even think that what I had to copy it from was a photo print. I think it may have been photographic paper that had been exposed to light to capture the image, but it was somehow never processed to set the image for a print. All I know is that there were these two ‘photos’ of my dad as a child in an envelop in the top dresser drawer in my parents’ room when we were growing up. I remember looking at them from time to time, but my mom always warned me about exposing them to bright light or they would fade more.
As you can see the image has been damaged by the exposure to light. Somehow it looks like there is a double image on it. Thankfully that line does not go across my dad’s face in the photo. His face is actually the clearest part of the photo, so you can see little Bobbie’s face with his pale eyes showing. My dad had light blue eyes. He was known as Bobbie when he was a kid. As he got older, he acquired more names to identify himself – Bob, Pluto, Mr. Landry, Daddy, or Pappy.
But of course I went with Baby Bobbie for the name of the post. It is a photo of my dad as a child, after all, and there is a ring to the title. There is also a sense of mystery to the photo. I wonder what he was peering at so intently all of those years ago? For many mysteries I come across, I go searching for an answer. This is not one of those mysteries.