(Not So) Wordless Wednesday - Post 122: At the Birdbath

I'm posting family photographs from my collection on Wednesdays, but they won't be wordless Wednesday posts like others do - I simply am incapable of having a wordless post.


Here is a photograph from the Seaver/Carringer/Auble family collection handed down by my mother in the 1988 to 2002 time period:

Who do you think is this little boy, sitting on his tricylce, washing his hand in the birdbath in his grandparents front yard?  One guess!  The frog on the birdbath edge is not real.

I'm about two or three years old in this picture, so it must be from 1946 or 1947.  The birdbath was in the front yard at 2115 30th Street, right where the walkway made a left turn to go up to the front porch.  My grandparents had to put water in it every day, and it attracted quite a few birds.  It was big enough so that pigeons could sit on the lip, and there were always plenty of smaller birds flitting about.  I don't recall a bird feeder, but there must have been one in the yard.  To a little boy, the water was an attraction.  I must have made it my own personal drinking fountain too.