I love the girl's hair on the right, here.
This, immediately following, helped us recover. The little girl in the foreground climbed her mother like a tree about two seconds after this was taken.
One more picture. This is Mom, again, circa 1955; she's dressed as a pirate herself, ready to attend the Wallingford neighborhood parade, I'm guessing. This is framed in my living room, and is the one non-living thing I would grab, if the house were burning down. Thanks for going with me again, Mom. I love you. YARRRRRRRRRR!