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nine decembers

I’m feeling a bit nostalgic today… had breakfast with M. & W. & D. (and they took B. to spend the afternoon at their house), then watched Genesis (fabulous cinematography!) with W., and now he’s watching The Point (I’m presenting a paper on it at the SW/TX PCA conference in February) and I thought it would be fun to take a quick look at my photos (yes, I’m procrastinating…) and figured it would be especially fun to share some from Christmases past.

This first picture is my first Christmas ever (1973) with Nonna, my great-grandmother. She died in 1981, when I was eight years old, but I still have vivid memories of her.

And here is me with my father in 1974 — for most of my life he had a beard and a mustache, but he experimented with facial hair for a while in the mid-70s. Everyone’s always said I look just like him, and I guess I do, but I don’t know… as I get older I think I look more like my mother (but I didn’t have any photos of her with me, so I couldn’t post any), or maybe I just feel more like my mother. Anyhow, in this photo my dad is 23 years old.
Fast forward to 1977 — here’s me and my little brother, T. You can’t really see it, but he’s wearing a baby blue polyester leisure suit with a Sesame Street dress shirt underneath. I always love looking at pictures of the two of us together when we were young — we were so close in so many ways, but so very different at the same time.
Apparently, I was quite happy to get Mr. Potatohead in 1978.
And in 1979, Donny and Marie Osmond dolls were all the rage.
By 1981, my mother had decided it would be flattering for me to have short hair and perms for the rest of my life. At least I don’t look like Little Orphan Annie in this one.
Fast-forward to adulthood. Here’s approximately what I looked like in 1998. Feel free to collectively cringe.
Here’s me when I lived in Naperville and tried to play the role of suburban mom. That was when W. was three years old… a lot has changed since then. Obviously.

OK, and here’s me with B. in 2002, by which point I’d decided the way to cope with being a suburban mom was to put magenta streaks in my hair and get funkier glasses.


And most anyone who needs to know what I look like now already knows, so there’s no point of putting a “2007” photo here. End of my fit of nostalgia.