Last Thanksgiving, I asked my mother if I could bring home some of the old photo albums with my childhood pictures to scan to my computer. It took some searching, but she found some and packed them up for me to take home. And since last November, they've just been sitting and collecting dust. Ken had every intention of scanning them for me, but time got away from us with all the house stuff going on and they never got done. A couple of days before going to Texas, I got a new printer/scanner. I didn't get a chance to set it up until I got back and the one thing I've been wanting to do is to scan those pictures. And it took some searching to find where they went. I could tell you where they were in the old house, but I haven't seen them since we moved in here. But I found them and got right to scanning. Here are some of my favorites.
This is one of my favorite class pictures ever. I can't really recall too many specifics from my childhood, but I distinctly remember this day. I was wearing my favorite sweater in the picture and it was one of the last times I would do so because it was pretty tight on me then. But I remember wanting to wear it for my school picture. And I remember the difficulty I had getting it off late that day. Memory is a funny thing. I can remember that, but I couldn't tell you what I had for lunch yesterday.
Another picture of myself I absolutely love. I remember that sweatshirt, too. And that beautiful blonde hair. Hell, having any hair!
"It's this big!"
It's my birthday, bitches!
This picture was taken not too shortly after my brother was born, so that puts this as very late 1967 or very early 1968. Naturally I'm the cutest member of my family!
I look terrified of something. I can't imagine what though.
I wish I could remember who this kid is, but my memory is shot. I think it might be Joey from up the street. Regardless, this picture makes me laugh. The hints are all there that I was going to turn out to be a big ol' homo. Look at that pose. Seriously.
I love this picture, too. I think I look adorable. I've got a kitty in my hands and I look so happy. I don't have any recollection of this cat, though. Need to ask mom about it.
Me being cute, my brother being unfortunate.
Me being cute, my brother being even more unfortunate.
Ken said this is his favorite picture of me. He said I looked so happy and my brother looked like he was about to crap his pants.
I noticed something when I was looking back at all these pictures. While I was never a fat kid, I certainly was never a skinny kid either. I always had just a few extra pounds on me. Not too many, but just a couple of extra. I outgrew that in my mid teens, but then my 20s hit and I lost control of my weight.
How could I sleep with all the loudness coming from that chair?
I love this shirt and wish I still had it.
I love this picture so much. My dad, my brother and me. Oh, and that lamp. I remember that lamp. It's scary to know that my parents had no taste as far back as then.
I wish I could remember the thoughts going through my mind to make me make that face.
Can anyone say A Christmas Story?
And Tina makes three.
These were the kids I used to hang out with when I was young. Brian was my best friend during these years. He's back row center. I miss him and still think about him often. He passed away in the early 80s after a traffic accident.
I remember being chosen to be in this picture vividly. We kept having to retake the picture because my teacher, Mr. Nettles, thought it looked too posed. I think this was probably the third or fourth shot. I was so proud that my picture got to be in the paper. And a little annoyed that they spelled my last name incorrectly.