I don’t know what happened to the
day. It slipped away from me. I got up and watered the veggie gardens, made
breakfast for me and Mother, and drank my tea. After that I am clueless. I
remember doing some laundry and putting away clothes. I remember reading a bit.
I scanned in some photos. Late this afternoon I went to the store for a loaf of
bread. The rest is a blur.
When the kids are not here I lose
track of time. It’s like being in a cheap sci-fi movie.
I did spend some time scanning in
some old photos, which was fun. I used to cringe every time I saw a photo of
myself as a child, but now I just chuckle. I was an incredibly goofy looking
girl. We have only a few photos of me where I look sweet and pretty. The rest,
I am a goofball. Oh well.
Here’s a montage of me
Here I am at 2 or 3, and I look OK. Nobody knew I was horribly nearsighted…
The comforting thing about the shot below is that as goofy as I look, with my messy hair, clutching that enormous doll, Bruce looks more goofy.
Here you see my first pair of goofy glasses. Check out the hair on Bro. We liked to run around the lake in the fishing boat. One time we were horsing around and the dog fell out.
Here I am at a family reunion in 1974 [or 1975, not sure], outside an Atlanta hotel. I won't identify all my cousins because they would be mortified. Suffice to say, I am wearing the enormous aviator glasses and the blazer. Bruce is on the far right next to my uncle Bob, in the first photo. In the second photo he has disappeared. Both my uncles were wearing plaid pants, which tells you right there it was the 1970's. My cousin Chris is the one with the longest hair and those long sideburns. He was visiting from California.
A few years later, and I took my goofy glasses and tried to put them on the dog. Bruce had just finished basic training, which is why he was so skinny.
Finally, age 18, and I have contacts! I don't look terribly goofy any more. In fact, this is one of the few photos every made of me where I feel like I look reasonably normal. Ah, to be 18 again...
Finally, the photo below shows my grandmother Cordelia on the far left - from whom I inherited my high forehead and curly hair - and on the far right is Ceph, who liked to stick out her tongue after she had a glass of sherry or two. In between them is Aunt Annie, who had 6 children. Guess who I take after the most?! [hahahahaha]