That’s a picture of my family, after my father died, after my mother married my stepfather with his five kids, after one younger half-brother was born and before the youngest half-brother was born.
I’m in the middle. I must be about 8. We’re in Oak Park.
We lived in a great old Victorian there, but soon after the baby was born, we moved to Connecticut.
My god, that was nearly 50 years ago.