Until I scanned these slides, I'd forgotten my parents employed German child care. But Hilda's name rang a bell instantly.
It's possible Hilda may have taken me to Dachau, which seems odd, although the infamous concentration camp is close to Munich. I can't tell for sure if that's me or her in the photo, or explain why we're together. No one left to ask, either. Maybe infants weren't allowed inside.
It's also possible Hilda took care of me while Ken and Mary drove their VW convertible to Italy. Long after Mary died, Ken told me about how sunburned she'd gotten on the autostrada after they'd both had too much red wine to drink at lunch. I loved the story, an unseen window into their life without me.
They loved Venice despite the crowds. Who doesn't? They must have visited prior to Mary's sunburn.
Look at the people atop the bell tower.
I never would have guessed this photo was taken in Venice. It took the Fascists only eight months to build the Palazzo del Casino in 1938.
Ken's great eye again on the Lido.
I'm guessing from the order of the slides Rome was their next stop. Mary posed for her last photo of the trip at the Forum.
Piazza Vittorio Emanuele II. Nearly 50 years later, I would brave the Rome traffic at his very spot on a Vespa!
Carabinieri.
On to Pisa. To this day, I've never seen the tower lean. Is it my imagination, or did it look straighter 64 years ago?
David and Ken in Florence.
I'll bet those are Fiats on the truck.
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