Last week when businesses and schools closed down during the ice storm, Lindsey and Christopher had a blast chillin' outside on the trampoline, hiking in the woods in the back, making snow angels with the thin dusting of snow, and hanging out with Brooks and Todd, our next door neighbors. While I was recuperating from my sore throat, and basically hibernating my sickness away, Kelly captured some images from our back yard for me to enjoy later. I love the look of our iced-over deck and the trees. I was relieved that no serious tree branch breaking occurred and that my pansies look like they will survive.
Here's a cute little picture of me in kindergarten, 1968. All my life, I've never forgotten this shot below in first grade (1969) when the photog asked me to say "peaches" and he snapped the shot at the "ch" sound. If you're trying to get a kid to smile, don't tell them to say peaches. It's scarred me for life. Mom, what the heck happened to my hair? Did I fix it myself? After all, I was in second grade and very capable. My grandma crocheted that groovy vest for me, but who is responsible for the hack job on my hair? Hello, 1970! Who knows where my third grade picture is. We moved so often, changing schools, that I might have missed picture day. Next is my fourth grade mug shot. I must have sworn off bangs by then. Thank goodness for those plastic barrettes to deal with the in-between length. Notice how every year I wore green? Yeah, it's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. I don't have an actual school pic of me in f...
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