Since I'm only doing these for a month and I am well past thirty, I can afford to throw a few years together. I'm 42 and the sting of those awkward, awful junior high years is still with me. We'll just get all of those over with in one go, shall we?
1981
My, my Polaroid camera, and my cat on Christmas Eve. It was a tradition for me to read Luke 2 aloud before we opened presents that night.
The year of games and more games... and a hat.
This one was snapped when I was reacting to some remark Mammammy made. I can say with some certainty this was the only time that hat and those gloves got worn.
1982
Christmas Eve Eve. Since we did our Christmas on Christmas Eve, we did stockings the night before. There's my orange!
And Mammammy and Grandaddy get suitcases.
I look at this and wonder, why? Where did they ever go?
The year of Garfield
And the Pac-Man phone (and the Atari!)
and socks
and something E.T. related
I remember being so proud that I picked out that VW Beetle mug for mom.
Me-Maw and Christie
Walt and Aunt Dot
The whole crew, except for Dad who was playing photographer
Frogger!
1983
The.worst.hair.year.ever.
Seriously.
Underwear. A Christmas Staple.
The group photo thing was a tough one this year. I think we have half a dozen of these, where I cannot stop cracking up.
and one relatively normal, or as close as we can get.
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