Kindergarten, Indianapolis 1967.

My mother saved a small stack of my art from kindergarten, and I have it now. I’ve always been curious why she kept things from kindergarten but didn’t continue. She didn’t like for things to accumulate. Dad was like that, too. (Not so with photos. Photographs were precious; you handled them carefully.)

Anyway, here’s a taste of kindergarten in Indianapolis.

I don’t know what’s going on here. It’s a little too redrum for my comfort.

I don’t know whether this is a self-portrait or I was just signing the picture.

A page from “My Weekly Reader.” Do they still publish My Weekly Reader? I used to love it.