It took all of two seconds to choose a “treasure” to photograph today for our Photo 1o1 assignment.
Charlie Brown has been a part of my life since I was old enough to read “Peanuts,” the ingenious and tender comic strip penned by Charles Schulz. My Charlie Brown figure is actually older than I am. I seem to recall family photos of my older brother with it before I was born; somewhere I have photos of the two of us in our snowy front yard with “CB.”
When the snow was deep enough, we’d take turns throwing Charlie behind us over our heads and then race each other to find him buried in the snow. All three of us survived the ensuing mayhem.
The photo below shows me with my Dad and Charlie. I think I’m probably a little over 1 year old; Charlie is at least 60. He holds a place of honor on top of my refrigerator.