My mom is going through all the old family photos she’s collected over the last 50 years, working hard to get them all scanned to a digital format. While my sister Michelle was in town to celebrate their anniversary, she immersed herself in the piles of photos for a little, while sending the rest of us a few pics here and there.
This is one I received.
That’s me, circa 1979, before I was old enough to protest that lace, frills, and bonnets weren’t ever going to be my thing. Which seems hilarious now that I wear hats constantly, and loved wearing that fluffy white petticoat at the 80’s GNO. But not when I was a kid. I was all dirt, snails and puppy dogs. . . and maybe some green tempera paint.
Time changes everything.
When I look at the sweet face of that chubby little girl, I see a million stories. I …