This week I received a letter from my Great-Aunt; enclosed with the letter was a picture of my Mom and Uncle when they were little. She thought it was “a cute one”, and I totally agree.
I think this picture was taken at my Uncle’s graduation from Kindergarten. (Circa 1960?) I like to think about my Grandparents as parents of these two small children. Grandma and Grandpa were once where I am now, parenting little ones in the throes of white tights, hair bows, and endless school events. And they came out on the other side. There’s hope for me yet.
When I was stashing away this picture, I got drawn into going through all the pictures in the huge shoe box full of random shots I’ve collected (and snatched and stolen from Grandma) over the years.
I love this one of the same Uncle, taken his Sr. Year of High School:
This picture was taken in 1973. It’s now 2009, and approximately 87% of the high school boys I know at church are wearing this exact hair style. All things old are new again. (Not that you’re “old” dear Uncle….ahem.)
Remember the post I did a while back about growing up at the lake? And how my grandparents graciously tolerated the “prepubescent, loud and giggling friends” that were at their house all summer long? I give you the prepubescents:
Ahh…life before teenage angst. 1988. 11 years old. Back when flirting with a boy meant you acted like you despised him and did the best you could to completely ignore him. Well, that’s what I did anyway. In this picture, I’m standing as far away as possible from the boy I had a crush on all through elementary school. I would go on to keep the “despising/ignoring technique” as my primary flirting tool for a good 3 or 4 years after this picture was taken.
Remember this post, about my love of Bette Midler? Sadly, I have photographic proof that I really was that weird.
And look at the sweet young faces:
I was 18 years old and a freshman in college. Pretty much completely ignorant of what the future held. We weren’t yet engaged….Jonathan was a business major and I had no inclination he would wind up in full-time ministry…..neither of us had a clue we would end up becoming Texans….
I love how much life has happened since that picture was taken. Most of it we never saw coming.