Most of the photos in this particular album were of the dark-haired woman on the right. This must have been her birthday boat ride. Look at the big smile on her face! She is obviously enjoying the waves and good company. She must have chuckled when she described the boat as a ‘yacht’.
I’m going to put on my ‘Photo Private Eye’ hat and plot this scene. What I noticed immediately was the number of people: two women, four men, and an unknown person with a camera.
The man standing, looking all suave and debonair, could be Ernest Hemingway. He is the rebel of the group. A sea breeze has lifted his lacquered hair on the sides, giving him horns, and he is in short sleeves. No one else braved the chill. He is also wearing sun glasses. He is a good-time Charlie on the prowl.
The man to Ernest’s left could be Harpo Marx. What a hat! He has a sense of humor but does appear a bit paralyzed by the fact that he is perched like a hood ornament on the bow.
The man to the far left could be the husband of the dark-haired beauty. His attention is focused on her. Or he could be her lover. Whatever his relationship to her, he values her enough to give her his undivided attention. He seems older than the others. He is the money bags of the group…the sugar daddy…the owner of the ‘yacht’.
The woman in the middle is the ‘best friend’, willing to brave the waves for a birthday celebration bereft of cake (see any food?) or drink (where’s the booze?). Ahh…you don’t need any of those things when you have a good bff. She probably has red hair.
The man on the right with his back to the camera might be a secret agent. The Cold War chilled the air with political intrigue, and his allegiance was to Mother Russia….yes….he hunkered into the corner when the fool with the camera began to snap shots. A good spy always protects their identity. He speaks five languages–English, Russian, Mandarin, Spanish, and Brooklyn-ese.
The camera guy/girl? Hmm…whoever it was had a life similar to the expression ‘Always a bridesmaid and never a bride.’ He/she snapped a ton of pictures in their lifetime, but never once documented their own face.
A set of friends celebrating a special event at a time in history when the world was recovering from a world war, women gave birth under anesthesia, and cigarettes were not harmful. If only I knew the real story about the yacht and its occupants. Those memories are long-lost, but I like to think that it would give the dark-haired woman a grin to know that a future soul took the time to say, “Happy birthday!”