I really don't know where my obsession with pirates began, but I know I was really young when it started. It may have been the stories my dad told . . . of the sea . . . of his travels. I knew he was in the Navy, but maybe in my head I thought he was really a pirate. I wanted to be anything my dad was.
Found this in a old box of photos; this would have been in Spain . . . probably 1975? Costumes back then were homemade . . . usually from whatever you could find lying around the house. My mom was quite a seamstress, so she managed to put together something a little extra special for us. The witch is obviously your Auntie M . . . my dad made the hat she's wearing . . . it's something else, isn't it?!?
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