I’m not sure exactly how old I am in this picture – maybe almost two. It can’t be much later than February 1982, because Mom would have been pregnant with Ginny at that point and would be showing, which she’s clearly not in this picture. Dig if you will my dad’s crazy-ass mountain man beard. He had to cut/shave it off later that year when he took a job at a nuclear power plant where beards were a safety hazard (insert jokes here). I’m told I cried when the beard went away. I probably thought it was a pet.
This might also be a good place to share that my family has a bizarre penchant for saving odd things. That beard? Sealed up in an envelope in a box of pictures somewhere in my parents’ house. We recently discussed whether or not I should save this week’s K-Mart ad, because it uses Northwestern pennants as props.
In this picture, my dad is around 28 and my mom is 24 or 25 years old. I’m older now than my mom was then, and she was about to have her second child in several months. Crazy. I think we lived in Virginia, but I’m not sure. Since Mom and Dad read all the time these days, I bet they’ll show up and clear things up pretty soon. Hi, parents!
I don’t remember anything from this time period, but I believe this is around the era when I was pouring entire bottles of shampoo and conditioner down the drain every day and just generally being horrible and destructive all the time.
This is the first in what will be a multi-part series of posts based on old photos. I intended to write about the memories sparked by each photo and everything I know about this photo is secondhand, but I’m just so damn cute I had to share it. I always liked that little velour outfit.