Sailing mother

Cariocas, the fine little wooden boat, has always captivated me. Why?  Must be a family thing. For the other day I found this great picture of my mother sailing a Carioca in the 60-ies! I guess this explains many things.

Cariocas were the first boats I sailed on. In the tender age of 1 or 2 my mom and dad would take me along for a sail, sitting in a small chair, which was hooked to the windward rail of a Carioca. Maybe even the very one seen on this picture. The picture was taken a long time before I arrived, though.