Some old photos were found recently when my mother was packing up to move. Some of them fell into my hands, somehow. I was ever grateful to get most of them and was also glad to share some with cousins and aunts. Of course, again, I chuckled.
There was one incredibly horrible photo of one of my cousins. She was always a really cute girl. Oh, she went through a gangly stage at one point in her life, but she still was a cutie to my recollection and turned out to be a beautiful woman. However, this particular photo was probably taken sometime around her first through third grade years. I won't post it here because that would just be cruel. However, her hair was chopped off right about at the bottom of her ears and was sticking out around her ears. Her bangs were chopped off about an inch above her eyebrows and she had a really snarly look on her face. To give her mother credit, my cousin, Janice, had on a really cute jumper and blouse with beautiful cotton lace around the Peter Pan collar and puffed-sleeve cuffs - a classic ensemble for a little southern girl. Her outfit was hand-made and not home-made looking. However, the remainder of the picture just really was unflattering.
Not having her mobile number, I texted it and a few other photos to Janice's sister, Joyce. She and I spent about an hour laughing till our sides ached texting back and forth about this and several other photos I sent her. Then, we also had a phone conversation that was at least a half-hour long talking and laughing about those photos and wondering where our mind was at the time to think all that was attractive.
I love photos and I really love looking back and reminiscing about days gone by. Having somebody to contribute to the memories makes it even better and I am ever grateful to have photos and relatives with whom to share them. I am constantly telling myself that I should take more photos and even after taking a pot-load of them, I always wish I had more.
My plan is to take some time here to share some of those old photos from time to time so that they are not lost sitting in a box or stored in an online album somewhere. I hope they bring a smile to others like they do to me.
Today's photo is one of me. I am almost six years older than my sister. I think my parents worried that I needed playmates. I also know that my parents wanted me to be school-ready and socially aware when I began school. So, I was enrolled in the local Head-Start program. The best that my memory serves me is that I went to Franklin High School for these interactions and at some point, I must have been told that I was going so that I "would learn to play with other kids." That really is about all I recall. Goodness! I wasn't even five years old, yet!
At the end of my time in the Head-Start program. I do recall a graduation ceremony of some sort and getting a rolled-up piece of paper, tied with a ribbon, while wearing a mortarboard hat made of stiff, white paper. The photo of me shows my snaggle-toothed self standing, wearing that hat, and holding my rolled-up paper. Like my cousin, Janice, was in her picture, my hair is the style of the day, chopped off and straight bangs across my forehead.
My snaggle-toothed smile is one I wore for several years, because aforementioned cousin, Joyce had kicked me to get back away from her when I was taunting her for something and she was sitting atop the washing machine, to the best of my recollection. I was four and she was three and I lost my two front teeth that didn't grow back in till I was aged six or so.
My dress was a cute one that was probably hand-made by my mother because I don't think I owned a store-bought dress till I was in the fifth grade. I was really dressed up because I was also wearing lacy, white socks and white shoes. I well-remember that white shoes were reserved for Sunday-wearing and special occasions!
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