One Word Wednesday- Vintage

(1965)
The year before I was born. Can you say 'spoiled first child'?
(1975)
My 'baby' brother, Marc, Me, my sister, Heidi, aka- spoiled one.
(Love you, Heidi!)

(1969)
My dad helping me check out my stocking.

Comments

  1. Larissa T.December 21, 2011 at 3:55 PM

    D-aawww ... !
    Lucky kids! So nice you have these photos to cherish (:
    Thanks for sharing!

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  2. JudyDecember 21, 2011 at 4:43 PM

    Wow - you're old. Just kidding!! I'm older so I can say that :) We used to put that silver tinsel on our tree. At first we would carefully place each strand and then we would get tired and toss globs of it - - our dad would get so mad! hahaha

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  3. esbbostonDecember 21, 2011 at 6:17 PM

    &^)

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  4. Julie DeMilleDecember 21, 2011 at 7:01 PM

    Judy- I remember trying to do the tinsel right, but it always got boring, so we clumped.

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  5. Masked MomDecember 22, 2011 at 7:19 PM

    Adorable pictures. My youngest sister had that Fisher Price barn--the "cow" mooed when you opened the door. I used to annoy everyone in the house with that little bugger. :)

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  6. Julie DeMilleDecember 23, 2011 at 8:04 AM

    I remember that cow. That barn was the reason I found out about Santa that year. I found it in my parent's room a couple weeks before Christmas.

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