My mother, taken from a school picture; sometime around 1924 in Brooklyn, New York. (This was about the time that the Corleones went back to Sicily - when Vito killed Don Ciccio).

Dig that haircut! They were poor and didn't have money to send the kids to a barber (or beauty parlor) to have their hair cut... it was cut at home. I joked my mom that her mother put a bowl on top of her head and just cut whatever came below the bowl.