Showing posts with label 1980. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1980. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Picture Pages - My Earliest Memory


Just a few notes of interest for this photo:

1. This photo possibly represents my earliest conscious memory. I remember them shoving cake into each other's mouths. I'm pretty sure that's a true memory.

2. I was 3 in 1980, which is the year this photo was taken. My Aunt Becky (left) was around 19 or 20. I'm not sure how old Brian (right) was, but I'd guess maybe 22 at most.

3. That's my Grandma in the middle. This photo was taken in her kitchen, during Brian and Becky's wedding reception.

4. I remember that wallpaper and those curtains. I even remember the curtains in the enclosed back porch - through the door, behind Grandma. And, I just have to mention it again - that wallpaper!!! - that wallpaper is epic.

5. I still know the number that would make that big black phone on the wall ring. I've called it a few times in the past 12 years. Someone else answers it now.

6. One of the other, most vivid memories of my life, was in that same room. It was a Saturday in the mid 90s, and my parents and I were there for our Saturday visit. The phone rang, and we found out that Brian had died. He was my uncle by marriage, and that marriage had ended a few years before, but he was still a part of our family. He was my cousin Kristen's dad, and we all loved him. RIP Brian.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Picture Pages - Me and Kari


Just a few notes of interest for this photo:

1. This photo was taken in either 1980 or 1981, in my Grandmomma and Granddaddy's dining room.

2. What's up with my death grip on Kari?

3. Also, why do I have that Village of the Damned look on my face?

4. Maybe the face I'm making is from the smell of raw onions and Miracle Whip wafting up from the table.

5. My Grandmomma had fantastic and mesmerizing eyebrows.

6. I remember that top Grandmomma's wearing. It was very soft.

7. My cousin Kari is one of my favorite people in the world. I once called her freckle-face, and it hurt her feelings. I have always felt bad about that, because I didn't mean it as anything but a weird-5-year-old compliment. I think her freckles are fabulous! I was always totally jealous of them and of her curly red hair.