My brother sent me this picture. He's been going through all the paper my mother had stashed away --an overwhelming amount that he had just put in storage. Lucky that he found it because had it been me it would be gone. He has unearthed quite a bit of family history that we really didn't know about growing up.
Anyway, the picture is of my father and my Uncle John. I am guessing my dad, on the right, is about five or six which would date this to 1916 or 17. Neither one loks particularly happy to be posing. I will be willing to bet they were scrubbed within an inch of their lives, dressed in the cowboy outfits and ordered to stay still and clean until the photographer showed up.