I was blissfully ignorant of all that. My parents never seemed reckless to me, so I assumed this was safe.
Their hands were moving almost like hummingbird wings. So fast! But they didn’t go far—just up and down within a range of a few inches.
The picture was on paper that was translucent, so the calendar was hung in a window to let the light through. It was simple and beautiful, and we were always eager to see what today’s picture would be.