There are four of them in the photograph— my father and mother and another young couple, whose names I do not know. It could be 1934 and the weather is warm, for the women wear sleeveless summer dresses and the men have taken off their jackets but not their ties. The women have bobbed hair and strings of beads, the men, short-back-and-sides haircuts, and they are all laughing. It looks as though they have been playing cards, since a flimsy folding table is now covered with a cloth, teacups and what remains of supper. When I revisit this photo I’m…