Now I’m psyched

We just bought an Epson all-in-one scanner, copier, printer. Now I can upload photos and documents to this blog! My first success in this department is the picture in my sidebar. That's not an author photo but a photo of my dad, spring of 1961, somewhere in NYC. He was 33 (younger than I am now) and working as Executive Director for the Greater New York Council for a Sane Nuclear Policy. He and my mom had been married ten years and were proud parents to two daughters, my sisters Francine and Jessica, then 3 and 1 years old, respectively.

Now that I've scanned and uploaded one photo successfully, I'll post a few here, in blog proper, as a further experiment.

Here's a photo with Dad and Fran and Jess, Fourth of July weekend, 1961, the girls now just a little over 3 1/2 and 1 1/2 years old:

Next are photos of Dad, early 1940s, probably age 15 or 16, with his parents.

This one is of him and his father, Ben Greenberg, after whom I'm named . . .

This one is of Dad with his mother, Gertrude Swig Greenberg:

I never knew either of my paternal grandparents. They both died before I was born. Reading "Lunch" should help you understand why I see something very pained in my dad's expression, as he poses with his father. In another post, I will write the curious story of the photo of Dad with Grandma Gert.