I remember this silver tree from 1969. My mama had a new baby and I did too.
A street urchin by 1970. No wonder strangers gave me quarters when I was out and about on my own.
I think this Santa gave me the creeps.
My mom was quite fond of hair rollers; her mother was also fond of such supreme head torture devices. This particular style I dubbed "The George Washington,"
for all I was missing was some white powder and a painted on mole.
The Western Mall, 1972. When it had Montgomery Wards and Coast to Coast Hardware and a fountain. And a pretty cool Santa every year. Tom didn't think so.
Olan Mills came through that same year. I remember that little Avon Gingerbread Man pin, it had the best smelling waxy perfume. I had quite a collection.
I don't see me in this picture, I'm probably in the center of the throng of children. This is my Early Childhood class (why yes, that is John Harris on the far left), 1973. So many happy, safe, joyful days I spent with this group of people.
1973, A favorite dress of my childhood! I felt like an angel with those delicate wing-like sleeves. I remember Tom's shirt, how the plastic guy on the front felt and smelled. Linda's wearing a too small favorite dress of mine.
A jump to circa 1975, one of my mother's famous shag hair cuts.
We're cute kids. It almost seems we like each other. Or even know each other. An illusion.
1980 Breakfast with Santa at the Great Plains Zoo. My last holiday under 5' tall.
27 years later, I gotta say Good Job Little Girl Self! I turned out okay ♥
A street urchin by 1970. No wonder strangers gave me quarters when I was out and about on my own.
I think this Santa gave me the creeps.
My mom was quite fond of hair rollers; her mother was also fond of such supreme head torture devices. This particular style I dubbed "The George Washington,"
for all I was missing was some white powder and a painted on mole.
The Western Mall, 1972. When it had Montgomery Wards and Coast to Coast Hardware and a fountain. And a pretty cool Santa every year. Tom didn't think so.
Olan Mills came through that same year. I remember that little Avon Gingerbread Man pin, it had the best smelling waxy perfume. I had quite a collection.
I don't see me in this picture, I'm probably in the center of the throng of children. This is my Early Childhood class (why yes, that is John Harris on the far left), 1973. So many happy, safe, joyful days I spent with this group of people.
1973, A favorite dress of my childhood! I felt like an angel with those delicate wing-like sleeves. I remember Tom's shirt, how the plastic guy on the front felt and smelled. Linda's wearing a too small favorite dress of mine.
A jump to circa 1975, one of my mother's famous shag hair cuts.
We're cute kids. It almost seems we like each other. Or even know each other. An illusion.
1980 Breakfast with Santa at the Great Plains Zoo. My last holiday under 5' tall.
27 years later, I gotta say Good Job Little Girl Self! I turned out okay ♥
5 comments:
LOVE seein' little Diana! <3
Love the pics. You were so cute!
That Santa you thought was creepy really did have a piercing stare.
I was also totally reminded of Hannah by your brother's pics -- particularly the second to last one.
Oh my gosh, is that Hayden wearing that little gingerbread guy or what?
And I had one too! :)
I love looking at old pics, thanks!
The early photos of your brother looked just like Hayden!! Wow. Holly was looking at them with me. Then in the 1975 photo, he looked like Hannah! Those are very cool to see all as a set that way.
This might end up being a duplicate, darn it. The other comment is somewhere in the electronic air.
I loved seeing these photos. Holly was looking at them with me. We thought the early photos of your brother look like Hayden but in the 1975 photo he looks like Hannah!
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