What did you look like as a kid?
What did you look like as a kid?
Just curious. Post a photo or two of when you were little. Did you look cuter then than you do now? But to make your posting interesting, tell a story about a time when you did something really bad.
Here are a couple photos of me. In this one I have very lovely long blond hair. I guess it was a sign that one day I would be a weekend hippie:
Then a little bit older, I look as I'm thinking up some way to cause trouble.
My mother took me to see the Disney movie Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. It really impressed me how the dwarfs worked in the mines to dig out those gleaming jewels from the mine walls. Now, next door to our house was a home with walls of stucco, but it wasn't just little stones stuck to the wall, there were also a lot of little pieces of coloured glass that looked like jewels. Now, if you can predict what went through my mind then you win the prize. Okay, you're right, I took a hammer, and hammered out a whole collection of those little "jewels", leaving a whole series of barren patches on the neighbour's wall, right at MY height. I could not tell a lie when I was confronted with this, and in those days of parental corporal punishment I got what I deserved, but that made me SO angry at my father, I then put sand in his car's gas tank to get even. (They didn't have gas cap locks in those days.) Was that the start of a history of being evil? Maybe, since I eventually became a lawyer.
Now, what's YOUR story?
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Now let's see what YOU looked like, and what really bad thing did you do as a kid?
This is the only one I have of me. I'm about 3. I think it will post sideways.
This picture is when I was 5 years old. Daddy bought this electric T-bird in 1958-- I drove it in parades, and had an absolute ball! The T-bird was a floor model, and it went FAST-- to fast for Daddy to keep up, so he fixed it to where it went more of a walking speed. It ran off of a car battery, and was SO much fun!
Years later, in high school, Grandpa got out his old bicycle, and taught me to ride it! I was a junior, so this was in 1971. The bicycle lives in my garage, and is still working-- but just. It needs some work done to it. The bike was made in 1888, I think.
Anyway, we were out, and I was trying to learn, when the newspaper came by and took a picture! The bike was an Eagle brand-- and the big wheel is in the back, with the little wheel in front, unlike most bikes of the day that are the opposite... I had to get on the bike, by standing on the fender of the car, and believe me, one is precariously balanced on top of it! Plus, you can't lean back too far, or the lighter front wheel will flip over.
I don't think I could ride that thing even if the big wheel was in front. LOL Didn't you ever misbehave?
What you THOUGHT was an empty BB gun. Is that how you got your pseudonym, Gunny?
Most cool.
Hey, I was also a Joonier in '71. It was a right wild time to be getting growed up in, wasn't it?
You're so sweet! Hey, age is always relative!
LOL!
Rarely did I misbehave-- In all honesty. My childhood was "precarious". A hyper-critical mother and an alcoholic father, who wasn't there a lot of the time... I spent most of my time on tiptoe, "waking on eggs". I was too afraid to do much.
YES, the music was great, too...
Alright... Here we go. First one is me at a yr old. Second one was from my Senior Year of HS.
No. I did not get into trouble. I slept far too often to get into trouble.
So pretty!! You're a young 'un, Ms. A. I was a junior in HS when you were one.
I don't have pictures of me -- I don't show up on film. Sort of like a vampire doesn't show in a mirror. That's my story.
Thank you. And yes, I find that I'm one of the youngest here. That just means my brain and thought processes are far too advanced for my peers.
It's good to have some young blood around these parts. Keeps the rest of us young by proxy.
What a sweet little angel you were! Lovely!
I was an ugly duckling.....
Buzz, what a nice little boy you were! Cute!!!
LOL!!! And YOU were BEAUTIFUL!!! and I'm sure you still are!!!
NO you weren't!!! You look darling! And very beautiful! I love your hairstyle, and only wish that mine would do that...
Ugly duckling? I think not. There is so much beauty shining from your eyes and smile, I can't help but smile back at you. You were and are absolutely beautiful.
Self image....my lack of boobage until the summer between 7th and 8th grade, kept me a wallflower...
Who had boobage in 7th and 8th grade? I certainly didn't! (Now, as I smother under my DDD's, I long for those days, sometimes...)
I was really cute as a two year old. I've since grown out of it, and look much different today.
As I recall, all of the girls in my 7th grade class were well along, except me. In retrospect, I started acting foolish but sexuality where I lived at the time, was pretty much religiously repressed....
Indeed it was. Still is....
That's a great image. You are as cute as a bug's ear.
Thumbs up on this one! I am enjoying the heck out of witnessing our collective yard ape selves.
At the risk of being ridiculed mercilessly:
What year were these?
I have absolutey no linear time frame. I'm an Artist what can I say?
I'm guessing:
1957
1959
1960-62?
That's just a guess though........
That's a 1956 Buick. Sooooo, somewhere in that timeframe.
Thank you kindly. It is hard to believe that we were all once yard apes.
Come to think of it, I'm not too awfully different these days. My daughter once told me, "Dad, you wear the same clothes you wore when you were five." My answer, "If it ain't broke, don't' fix it."
Tex is right. It's a lot of fun seeing these pictures, but I don't see the "naughty-kid" stories. Am I the only one who did anything wrong?
I'd be afraid to relate the kind of trouble we caused as young uns. These days the things we did would, at the very least, get us tazed and beat. At worst, it'd send a SWAT team to our door.
If I remember correctly, in the 7th grade all the girls were about a foot taller than we were and looked like they were 18. All the boys just looked like little Opies.
Nope. You were a doll. Heck, Ida been afraid to haul off, walk up to you, and actually speak coherently......
Kav,
Dang Pard, you are still looking good there. One of your ears is just kinda folded to the rear....
Yup. We pointed more toy guns at each other than Carter has liver pills.
Remember Strip Malls? The ones that had the big light they'd shine up in the sky for all the bumpkins to see? I used to get a small allowance for chores above and beyond and I'd ride all the way into town on my bike, with playing cards in the spokes, to Andan's Book Store and spend my earnings on a book and a comic book. It was a weekly quest. We, of course, wore our Fanner Fifties strapped to our sides. We were down there just cutting up and taking pot shots at customers one day when some guy appeared out of the blue and skeered the Bejeesus out of us. He grabbed my arm and said in a most disagreeable tone, "Never point a gun at anyone you aren't willing to shoot." We hung our heads in shame and sed, "Yes Sir Mister." When he got out of catching range we immediately pointed our guns at him and let loose a round of caps. We then ran like we stole something.
I still feel kinda guilty about that. I spect he was a vet of the Korean misunderstanding and had our best interest at heart. Still, it's always a good idea to not screw with hillbilly kidlets.
That is a wonderful image! Looks like it could be set in the Specific NW.
You Devil You. The Nose Picking Ploy when getting a Fambly Portrait. Sadly, I was guilty of the same a number of times during Kodak Moments. My Mama was none too pleased.
Off to Boy Sprout Camp I do believe in this one. Cowlick and all...
I love the smile! Especially!
You were so cute! Golly! I would have played with you! Wish you had lived down the street...
The ear to the rear, is my wind blown look Tex. It really get's to the guys...
Isn't my smile just beauuuuttttiiiifullll Dowser. All the guys tell me I have a really cute butt as well...
Wiki doin' her ''Catwalk'' stroll.
Dowsey, you could be describing me! Seriously! Same kind of mother, same kind of father... Yikes! I never got into any trouble, either, which isn't to say I was never punished for stuff I did that I didn't know I shouldn't have done... I was always terrified of breaking some rule I didn't know existed. So, I did my best to keep a low profile.
I need to go through some of my photo collections and see if I can find any of me as a toddler.
You are so handsome! You don't look like you ever do anything wrong.
beautiful baby and beautiful young lady!
you look like you were kinda sassy, Jewel
definitely not ugly
cute!
I don't have any pictures. I think my mom used them to scare the rats away.
Anyway, I was bad. Very bad. The worst thing I ever did was try to drown my little brother. Well, he was younger but bigger than me. Always bigger. I convinced him to play Indian water torture. He was wasn't very bright. So I tied him to a tree and proceeded to spray the water hose in his face full force. Well, apparently, I wasn't very smart, either, because I did it in full view of the kitchen window. I got him about half drowned when my mom ran out of the house and proceeded to burn my butt.
I swear he was having fun...he was laughing.
Great picture! You're cute as a robin's egg there.
Now for some detective work and some speculation. I see a tea set, still in the box, a pull duck with string extended, a new stuffed dog under the arm, a new purse, new outfit, new hairdo. You look happy and full and sleepy. Was it Xmas or your birthday maybe?
I notice there are the shadows of limbs with no leaves and that your shadow is going well up the wall, after noon but before say...5?...and in the fall or winter since the limbs are bare?
Inch think tongue and groove boards for the porch, don't see that much any more. Probably white pine, maybe cedar, depending on where it's at. Not to alarm you, but that siding is almost certainly asbestos based, hope that you don't still live there. Lots of houses with that old siding on have just been covered with another layer of aluminum or vinyl siding. That said, the installation looks fairly professional. It's square with the porch and the bottom of the window. the lines continue around that inside corner to your left in the picture. It's a pretty good guess that there's a door just off camera past that corner.
ewww...those were awful! My dad smoked those and we used to sneak them. I don't know what I was thinking.
I grew up on farms, too, Jewel. I used to love build dams in the creek or build towns out of dirt.
I thought that was in the NW. Though the tops of the trees were a distinct giveaway, it was the overall feel of the image. I lived for quite some time in Oregon. Art School at PNCA, though it wasn't called that when I was there, a long time in Portland and then a longer time in the boonies.
That image immediately transforms into an easel painting every time I look at it.
Moms were bad but, in my case, Grand Maws were worse. I have a large color photo of me and my Grand Maw on the porch of her old Antebellum home on my wall. A good friend and fine photographer from Portland took it but it had been delegated to the bottom of a drawer till after her passing. Though she looked beautiful, slim, and with a head of strikingly lovely white hair, she had on her bedroom shoes. The horror. The horror. Nobody was going to look at her in her bedroom shoes. For certain sure. Too bad it was in the drawer as it is such a fine bit of portraiture and a glimpse of a certain time and place.
At least I can cast my eye on it now whenever the mood strikes.
In regard to Church, I was a pretty lucky and happy camper. While my Paw would sing "Gladly the Crossed Eyed Bear" totally out of tune my Mama let me draw. Church was pretty much OK. It was just an hour of drawing time. And, she let me wear my shoulder holstered pot metal 1911 under my hand me down sport coat.
How could I have possibly missed the wind blown look? Were this on the cover of a Romance novel it would give Fabio pause to consider that he is over the hill.
Women everywhere are swooning as I type. The guys are just jealous.
Sun Tzu:
Like this?
Great pics! I do love the "beauty" portrait. I do not mean that in a facetious manner. You are quite beautiful. It's the style of photo. Great stuff.
I hear you talking. Sounds like growing up in the deep rural south definitely had similarities to the NW. Probably why I felt comfortable out yonder.
It was Chesterfields we stole from my Grand Paw in my case. Or, Rabbit Tobacco when we couldn't pilfer. We spent most of our time in the woods as well. My brother and I went through a serious snake catching phase and made snake catchers out of old mop handles. My Mama put an end to that when we accidentally let a copperhead loose in the yard. A whole lot of tree climbing. Hunting squirrel and rabbit. Generally causing mayhem and our parental units great trepidation.
Maw got her unreasonable fear of slithering creatures from her mother. Then one in my portrait. One time my Grand Maw and Paw were fishing for flounder in the bay down by Mobile. Grand Paw caught an eel and when he pulled it into the boat, Grand Maw promptly lept out into the bay. That's unreasonable too....
love the boots
I loved that old rig. We drove that sucker forever. Finally my Mama put her foot down. Literally. We got in the thing to go to Church one Sunday and dang if her foot didn't go right through the floor. At that point Paw had to sell and replace it. Oh well. It coulda been fixed.
If you could ask my mom she would probably say "every damn day..."
I gave that poor woman more grief than any mother should have to endure. I still like dirt today, too
LOL, dear Kavika! I've got to get a good picture of our Freddy to send you! He's a hoot!
Absolutely!
Daddy once got mad at me because I wasn't back in ONE hour... If I could have told time, I might have been able to do exactly as he wanted. Etc. I walked on tiptoe all the time-- walking on eggshells.
I love you! I look forward to seeing your pictures!
What a complete sweetheart!
Most cool. I am attempting to reinvent myself these days and have embarked on a campaign to sell chilren's art for the rooms of rich chilren. Just got my first three commissions. Maybe I won't be living in a box down at the China Mart parking lot next month after all. We'll see. Which is what my Dad said when he meant No but didn't want to put up with the aftermath of aforementioned No.
Do you have some books in print with your work in it?
I need to find some time to wade through the pics... this is a busy time of the year (and month) for me... not much spare time for anything fun!
{{{{{Dowsey}}}}}
Dowser, my dear, I can understand that all too well.
I'll find the picture I have of myself when I was 3 years old and scan it in here. I was petite with blond naturally curly hair. I looked like an angel, now, I look like something that crawled out of a swamp. My beloved Auntie says I was an angel back then.
(((((((((Gunny)))))))))))))
What a wonderful picture!
You were a REAL cutie at 2.5!
Awww, Kavika, you could give me puppy kisses if you wanted, as long as your wife wouldn't shoot me. I'm allergic to being shot, but I do love the puppy dog look.
You look like a piint sized model there, and just as cute as you can be!
Why would you want to say that? There is NOTHING ugly about that picture. You look kind of shy or maybe you were bullied a bit. But you are NOT ugly, girl. Not at all. I wish I had eyes like yours, they are beautiful, and that smile is also.
Please don't EVER think you're ugly.
Tex, I got some poetry I wrote and I would love to have some illustrations for some ofthem. Let me know, and I'll send you a couple of them; that is if I don't die from the stench of this fart my dog just let rip. Damn, he stinks when he does that.
Or, you could just send in one of them you painted of me when we were down in Hotlanta.
I'd be happy to do some illustrative work for you! Much fun. I'm not sure just how to contact you here. I still haven't bothered figuring out the complexities of this site as of yet. Aren't you in NC these days? It would be a Tar Heel Collaboration if so.
Dog farts. What was it the woman in "A Very Long Engagement" said? Something like, "Doggie farts. Gladdens my heart." Not me. The big dawg likes to sneak in the bed with me at night. Most of the time he places his stinky end next to my face. There are often rude awakenings around here.
Anyhow, indeed. Send some poetry if you can figure out how to do it.
We may be siblings with different families.....
Great old cut there.
My childhood in a nutshell. Part of it anyhow.
I reckon I was ready for the next great rebellion. Shiny boots and all.
Sunny days, went on forever.... yeah, I'd say that was right!
I expect that one day, should we all be graced with longevity, we will have even clearer memories of our misbegotten chilrenhoods.
I have noticed that my Grand Maw, who turned 105 last month, recalls her early years far better than yesterday. Or, ten minutes ago. I had a nice conversation with her about the Spanish Flu Epidemic the last time I saw her. Luckily, I have about 6 hours of interviews with her about the past saved on this computer. Great stories and it will be of historic note, if for nothing else her accent. We are fast homogenizing. Sadly.....
BOL (barking out load) Wiki thinks this is a kick.
''I'm allergic to being shot''...LOL and BOL (barking out loud).
Question: Is Gunny saying he is actually 50 years old? Could he mean 2.5 "score"? A "score" is 20 years. You know, like the Gettysburg Address: "Four score and seven years ago..."
Awww.... I lovedachshunds. I want one...but Matt won't let me. He says it will upset Wally.
That is funny. My Dad told me he stole me out of carpetbaggers bag and that I was so ugly I was just too cute to give back. So, I guess that was a compliment with an added smack on the back of the head for good measure.
He used to tell me that all of us were born right handed it was just the smart ones that changed over. Which was pretty nice of him as in my day everyone seemed determined to alter us southpaws.
You have me blushing Hot Sasquatch...
The only thing bad that I've ever done is that I'm a Stealth Farter....BOL (barking out load)
I love you! Dear bitey-- sometimes, it is just best to take whatever spare time we have and use it to rest!
Your picture certainly does NOT represent a swamp creature!
Susan, you are a very pretty woman! None of us here are fashion plates-- or very few of us are... We all just do the best we can with what we have to work with!
MUCH love to you!
What a beautiful little girl you were! So cute!
Ahhh, we were all cute, once!
Those are just wonderful. Are you from the South? I ask as it was quite common to take photos and home movies of your nekkid rug rats and yard apes in the South when I was a kid. Ubiquitous in fact. My daughter thought it was the funniest thing in the world when we watched old movies from the 50's with me running around in my birthday suit.
Sally Mann, the tremendous photographer, caused quite a bit of stir when she hung work of the same ilk in her shows.
Great pics.
Ah yes, the Marilyn Monroe pose to tease the boys?
I couldn't figure out how to resize mine either.
Yours are beautiful images and I, for one, like em large. My eyes aren't quite what the used to be so Big is Good.
Sir. Thank you Sir. Can I have another?
That there is a sawed off Winchester lever. A bit on the anachronistic side, but I'm dang well ready for the Yankee Invasion.
I love looking at peoples old photos. One of my hobbies is scanning such photos and cleaning them them up. (CS5, Adobe) I volunteer at a local nursing home and have worked on everything from "tin types", from images as far back as WWI, II, Korea and Vietnam, stretching from the late 30's and up. All of them have rich tales to tell...some happy, some tragic but all precious to those to lived it.
Most cool.
I've got four or five tin types of my kin who donned the butternut and grey and headed off to fight a rich man's war. Literally thousands of negatives and pics from the turn of the century to the 70's. When my Grand Maw died I was blessed to receive them.
Perusing the older ones is somewhat staggering. These tiny moments in time paused in our rush toward the Razor Blade Rodeo or the OD Corral are testament to great stories and living life. Great adventure and catastrophic event dwell in the heart of em. I think if you look close enough all the romance, tragedy, comedy, terror and delight of their lives sort of opens before your eyes. It is revelatory for me.
I don't know though. Maybe I'm just bat shit crazy. No, I definitely am. Maybe I just spend too much time in my own head.
Most folks are bored to tears but I even love looking through the family albums of friends or strangers. They are like little movies of kin and kith.
Sorry. Got to rambling there. I just meant to say what a great thing for you to do....
I was a little devil. You should only know what we used to do the night before Hallowe'en.
An electric car when you were 5? We couldn't afford fancy stuff like that. I used to have to make most of my own toys. A wooden orange crate, two 2X4s and one roller skate taken apart so two wheels were at the front and two at the back - and I had a great scooter. I didn't get a bike until I was 13. The scooter looked a lot like this:
Thanks Dowser
Bad thing when I was little. I was; or is that am, a pouter. I would whine until I got what I wanted. If I didn't get it I would cry and say no body loves me.
What a stinker I was. I fell under the "Oh look at that beautiful little girl" syndrome. It is OK for people to say that once in a while but Man, I heard it way to often.
Then when I got older it seemed to get worse. I'm no beauty mind you but people hired me for my looks not what I could do. That made it even harder. I began to think that I was not worth my weight unless I was really great looking.
Brains are far more important than anything else. You just have to be more secure within yourself. This is me at 35
Really I guess the bad thing I did was I took some brownies my MoM had baked without asking. I was a huge sweet eater.
Wow, you were a REALLY cute kid. Now, how'd you do that? I mean to say, how do you post old photos on the computer? I have no idea really.
Thanks in advance for the info.
The only way I know of to get old pics into the computer is with a scanner. We have one of those all-in-ones that scan, copy, print, fax... but I don't think that simple scanners are very expensive. I'm sure someone here can elaborate.
Too cute and those eyes are so beautiful
A Tip O The Stetson in your direction. I would say that you have lived a life of great service to many. It is sad to see hands on creativity replaced with the cold mathematics of computers.
I took notice of that decades ago when attending Art School. My passion for the visual arts derived from a love of literature. The old school illustrators, especially the Brandywine School, were a beacon for me. NC Wyeth was a childhood hero. When I entered formal art training it became apparent that the worm was turning and more emphasis was laid toward work through a computer than one's hands. Consequently, I changed to Painting and Drawing as a major rather than illustration. Sadly, Art School teaches one to paint and draw like a bandit but gives little effort in the instruction as to how to make a living with it. Perhaps that has changed over the decades. I do hope so, as most of us on the creative side aren't exactly poster children for capitalism.
I worked within the Artists in the Schools program in rural areas but eventually had to return to the working of wood to keep my family fed. Such is life.
Now, I'm just trying to re-invent myself as an Artist without the Carpenter part. This economy makes the latter quite easy. Believe me, I am sick and tired of building homes for the fantastically wealthy anyhow. I think I might owe a great karmic debt for the amount of old growth forest I cut, shaped and finished for above mentioned homes as well.
At this point in life I am determined to devote myself to the easel and the pen. I may go down in flames but I am going to go down swinging. Hopefully the three commissions I have now will grow into a semi livable wage some day. Soon. Heck, if I can make a house carpenters wage with nothing but art I'll be happy as a pig in a poke.
I'd post an example of some of my work for children but I have no idea what copyright would be extracted by so doing. I have noted that many of these sites claim ownership of anything posted. Yike. Life is hard enough.
Paint, Draw, Eat Vitamins.
"Innocent" was an attribute I lost during the summer between my 7th and 8th grade. I got pregnant.
In Jr High, (mind you, I already gave birth to a child and was caring for her) my aunt convinced me join the cheerleader squad. (see below) After that, life just unfolded for me.
Great pic. You look pretty darn happy.
Yeah, I went through the pregnancy thing as well, though it was in high school. After much soul searching and torture we decided to abort. Due to legal and safety issues we had to ride all the way up to DC to have it done. I still carry quite the guilt from that episode and expect some sort of karmic debt will have to be paid eventually. Perhaps it already has. On the other hand, for two blue collar kids with nothing and not much to look ahead to in as far as anything we did the best we could. Still, it is a source of sadness no matter which way you look at it.
Thank you.
You look mischievous to me. You look like the flirtatious little sister who kisses big sister's boyfriend behind the kitchen door.
I have a photobucket account. They have a tool to resize pictures.
I'm a lefty too. Back in the 50's, when I was learning to write, the teacher made me sit on my left hand and write with my right hand. I was in 4th or 5th grade before I realized I didn't HAVE to sit on my hand every time I picked up a pencil.
Rest? What is this "r-e-s-t" of which you speak? How does one acquire some? Is it terribly expensive?
Sigh. Been running errands and doing chores all day today. Hey! I'm supposed to be retired. Sheesh! I thought retirement meant lots of TV and a gazillion catnaps every day!
Oh, well... most days, fortunately, are not like today.
{{{{{Dowsey}}}}}
(she was about 6-7 weeks old here)
Buzz what a great article!
This has been just wonderful getting to know folks and very fun!!!
That's me in the glasses. I had to have corrective surgery for lazy eye twice at 4 and 6 years old. This is me at six with my Mom and little sisters around 1970.
My sister Lori and I building our snow fort. We had moved from the city (Indianapolis) to the 'burbs, between this picture and the last. I'm 13 here.
Lastly at the age of 16 thinkin' I'm a stud sitting with my girlfriend at the local DQ. My dad was pissing me off taking pictures while I was out on a date.
I only have one picture of me as a child and I have yet to get it scanned into the computer. However I can share a couple of pictures of my alter ego with you,...and just so you know,..i'm the one in the middle of the first photo,.....
and here i am all grown up,...
Nice. That first one in B & W is a killer.
I am also loving a glimpse into the past lives of everyone. Kind of nice to spend a bit of time contemplating youth, time and the roads we've traveled.
Thanks Tex, I think so too. That one is taken in the duplex housing on Kentucky Ave. in Indianapolis, IN. My cousins lived in the duplex-house next to us and the fence thatseparatedus was a monkey-bars. We were dirt poor My Dad had two jobs outside the home, my Mom one outside the home and one inside the home; yet,muchof what I remember was great fun playing outside in our backyards, just having a blast.
We had a huge Mulberry bush on one side of the yard, and a sheet thrown over clothes lines "camping-out" with pork-and-beans,hot-dogsonwhite-bread, and a transistor radio, on the other side of a 32 foot-wide, 75 foot long yard. Toys in the dirt and both laughter and tears everyday...I really had a great childhood and amgrateful.
Thank you Jewel!
:~)
My Dad had gotten a new camera and my Mom and he "just happened" to be out on a date at the DQthatnight too (LOLOL). My first mistake was letting Dad know that he was gettin' under my skin (because he REALLY started grinning then), my second was waiting 20 years to discover and enjoy this picture. I'm glad now Mom and Dad showed-up that night as it really was a cool, memorable experience.
One little patch of gray in my beard. Now I'm all gray haired and white bearded and my whole system doesn't have the footprint of just that monitor.
yes, my robe has flowers. My little sister made it for me when she first got her sewing machine and it was very warm and comfortable and actually fit my big boned self.
I know, not a kid. I don't any have of me as a kid.
LOL!
:~)
That was hot for back then!
sure, you were a kid! Great picture!
Here I am, at 19, with Daddy in the Gros Ventre mountain range in Wyoming. Look at all that glaciated terrain! My horse was named Lady, and she wasn't one:
I must admit that I never realized the article would become so popular, and so much fun both to post and to read, and especially the photos are just great. I am a little disappointed that more of you haven't related a naughty thing you might have done when you were a kid - but then I guess many of you were perfect angels, right?
Darling!!!
It's been a long day for me, too... SIGH!
I worked all day in determining land use values for every one of the properties in the Wellhead Protection Zone. Oh, and sewer/septic use... SIGH!
What fun!
Daddy got it for about $15... He got it working again!
LOL!
My grandparents would be 123 and 119, respectively, and I certainly remember their stories of the 1918 flu! I miss them.
Grandma was 40 when she had my mom, so we have a generation missing in there...
In your comment text, click on the picture, and if it is selected, you'll get little boxes on the corners, called handles. you may have to move your screen around to see them... Put your cursor on the upper right hand corner, and you'll get a little arrow thingy. Pull down and to the lower left, and it should re-size.
Good luck!
I am so very sorry you went through that at such a young age. I couldn't have gotten pregnant at that age, because I didn't start until I was 14 1/2. Plus, my mother was busy shoving Barbies into my hands...
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You sure looked pretty and happy! I hope that all is ok for you!
Oh for Pete's Sake! You're only 5 years older than I! That only counts as a Big Deal when you're 20 and I'm 15, and we're WAY past that!
Dowser,
I can't help but to notice the "Mask"....could it be that we are related some how...
and the Masked Cat is swoooning back,..from a firey sreed, in a cloud of dust and a hearty hi ho silver,....
I sure have got the mileage out of your fine art work of the Masked Cat....
I just can't thank you enough
Well, not quite a kid but still crazy after all these years.
The times were much different then, and there are many stories that will not be repeated within earshot of a third party. Do you have to get caught for it to be bad ? I think not, as I will not discuss them 40 years later. Did it lead to evil ? Not in the least. Many things could have prompted, and did on occasion law enforcement response. Gee, I'm sorry and it won't happen again went a lot further those days.
But I was a 7 year old with a sidearm, and the strict discipline we learned at the time lead to no misuse of those tools. It also provided an understanding of explosives, that was pursued in a recreational manner on occasion. Apparently with adequate safety protocols, as I can type, and nobody is dead. I type like I have 1 finger left, but they are all home.
I cant pass the opportunity to post this one once more, Fast forward 30 years, yet rewind 10. This guy would have likely killed me today.
That is about as close to what I can call a perfect day. I love being at sea, I love tuna, I love a sunrise at sea, and I absolutely love entering the jackpot which paid for whole damn trip, not to mention the bragging rights.
For anyone obsessed with detail, that bad boy was who tipped the scales at 70 pounds was captured with a live sardine on 20 pound test in an epic battle that lasted nearly 90 minutes and about a dozen trips around the boat. The trips around the boat on a 100' vessel in a school of tuna without getting hopelessly snarled with the rest the fisherman is a miracle in itself. Perhaps the most pleasurable day of my life that I can post photos of.
Aww, I just love dashaunds. They are so cute. I want one when I get back to America.
Come on September!! PCSing home.
That's my MaryJane. Isn't she a doll?
I've got a picture from about 18 years ago a few pages deeper.
Absolutely!
;^)
That's the same porch the previous picture was taken on. You were standing to your mother's right side, against the wall, near a window that was on your right in the picture. There's the door that I knew had to be there. Also, though there is a tree to your left as you sit, there is probably not one in the yard directly in front of you.
I get the impression, I could be wrong, that the porch and the porch roof were added at some time after the house was built. There were probably just stairs to that door at first. The reason I think that is because, the first picture shows that the edge of the porch halves that window. If the porch had been built when the house was I think the window would have been completely in the porch roof or completely outside. I could be wrong, it's just the way I would have done it if I'd been building it.
Good eye there Pard. If I had to guess, I'd say you might be a visual artist or a carpenter. Or, as in my case, both.
Good call on the 5 quarter decking.
As is my Partner in Crime, Big Dawg. He's but a wee pup here but at 150 lb a SBD can be downright lethal.
GP's are such big babies!
Yeah, my Paw made most of our toys down at the Machine Shop. Lots of guns. He made a Ma Deuce out of pipe and on a tripod. Perforated barrel and all. You could pull it off the tripod and carry it just like Sgt Rock whilst blasting Nazis. He made us all kinds of guns.
The very best though was our Swords, shields and helmets. My brother and I were black and blue constantly. I saw this movie called The Magic Sword and got all hopped up about it. I guess Paw noticed. My sword disappeared for a couple of days. One morning when I woke it was lying on my bed. He'd painted it silver and gold with a red line on the blade. He'd turned a piece of scrap aluminum into a ruby as a pommel and painted it red. It had a fancy quillon as well. I was an ecstatic little goober chile.
I played with that sucker till I made the mistake of leaving it out in the yard. My Mama rode over it in the old Buick and it was never the same. I guess you could stab around corners with it though....
When the skate board thang began we never could afford em. We cut a piece of plywood and screwed our old steel skate bottoms to it. Kids, I'm here to tell you that it was a stupid idea that didn't pan out. Don't try this at home.....
That is a great photo. Looks like you are either ready to level the karma of a band of reprobates or you seriously need to take a poot.
Find some more and post em.
Thumbs up.
They get better with age! OH DAM my nose just grew.
They tried their best to torture the poot out of us South Paws, didn't they? It didn't work.
There is probably a manner in which to resize on this computer. I seem to either be too lazy or stupid to figure it out.....
Is that last one from the '70's?
1980
Somehow I think they caught you on one of your better days. Don't think we are rated for one of your really bad days.
That's great. I kinda like those old computers. It was like having a 40's Chevy sitting on top of your desk.
If you are like me, you still are a kid. I fear I never got past the emotional maturity of a 14 year old.
Used the hammer suprised she isn't a judge.
That is most wonderful. We'da called you a Racin Snake back in the day. That's a good thing.
Nothing like sitting a horse. Considering where I am now on the Super Highway of Life I'm a kid in this one.
LOL, Lone, maybe we are!
Those were my Jackie Kennedy sunglasses-- I loved them!!!
Weren't YOU haintsum? I think so! You coulda been a Rock Star!
LOL! What a cute picture!
LOVE that fish, too!
Why thank you. I appreciate you.
I guess I was close to being a Rock Star back in my rock collecting days. Nothing like a finding a good Crinoid Stem to make you whoop and holler.
I reckon I coulda been a for real Rock Star if I could do anything with my guitars other than make enough noise to skeer the critters away from the cabin at a night. I do love me some music though......
Rough tough Cream Puffs.
I had no idea. Thank you. I will give that a try.
I love your suit! You was one Stylin Yard Ape! Shoot, I'd put that get up on in a heart beat right now.
Thanks for posting it.
Ah yes, that explains the bow tie. It was a "black tie" event. LOL
What a darling little kid! So sweet and happy-- all dressed up.
I think you look precious!
Wow! Sounds like you and I grew up in the same friggen house!
My mom is a lefty. She's got Cerebral Palsy and couldn't be right handed, but damn if those nunsdidn't try!
I am ambedrextrous/right leaning. My son is turning out to be ambedrextrous/left leaning. My daughter is right handed.
Wheel, my house still has asbestos siding on the upper half of the house. The lower half was covered by aluminum. We just removed our tongue & groove pine porch (rotting) 3 yrs ago and rebuilt it.
I was ALWAYS the shortest in school. I had boobs before Jr High. It sucked being the only one that had to wear a bra. Boys took notice and acted like shits.
You were so cute!!!
I shoulda been born in the late 30's. I have come to that conclusion and I"m sticking to it. Love the cars, love the music, woulda loved the times...
Jewel, we are kindred spirits! I went to church camp, but it was for the outdoors thing too. I got smacked in the back and the skull with a wooden brush for getting muddy after my mother dressed me up in a little white dress with a pink bow on it. I did everything I could to get her to stop putting those friggen "doll" dresses on me!!! Pulled barely-loose teeth out & bled all over, played in the mud, grabbed critters (snakes mainly) and ran after the neighbors with them...
Wow Dowser, re your "walking on eggs" childhood, I can relate here. Everything lines up for me as well. My Dad was an alkie also, but he was not absent. He was rather likeable when drunk. So far, I have not met anyone else though who was likeable when drunk. I don't like drunks, unless they are having a good time. But, since I don't drink, it's kind of a hard thing to follow...........
Jewel, shall we write some Bodice Rippers and get rich quick?? HAHAHAHA.............
Nice Video Song posting, Dowser. Love the song, remember it well, and she can REALLY sing so beautiully. Thanks for sharing!
Your photo of HS is so lovely, Aubrey. Wow what a beauty........
Very, very cute, Jewel. I like the way your child (you) is playing dress up with purse and all.
Interesting, Aubrey.
I always find interesting the things that seem to be oddly genetic, since I am adopted!
You're lovely, Aeon. A swan for sure!! Very pretty photo. Thanks for sharing.
Hey, the only girl with boobies in 7th grade was named Lana, and she was a real sweater girl just like the movie star!! But the rest of us had not sprouted yet, and so just admired her. She was also a real nice person and I would go over to her house. But, I never unlocked the key to getting those fabulous curves so early!
GREAT pics, Tex. Reminds me to dig out the few that my hubbie has and make sure they are kept nice so they don't deteriorate. Yours remind me of his. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for the info, Bitey. I've heard of the scanner trick but I really don't understand it. We have a scanner on our printer, but now here I thought it was only a copier and use it as such. So, off to find more of the answer.......
That's kind of sad, actually. Maybe someone in your extended family has one or two? Could you ask around? Or have you already to no avail?
Our house burned when I was 15. All my mom's pictures of us burned. There may be some around somewhere at an aunt or uncle's house but I don't have any to hand.