Friday Flashback

 Today takes us back to 1968, 1971 and 1984. (And to the present with a toe pic.)


(1968 or 69)

I must be two, or three? This is at my grandma's house. I'm not sure why, but taking a bath at Grandma's was a huge treat. Everything about her house was special, from the super-soft, furry, white couch, to the cereal cupboard filled with sugary concoctions never found at home.


(1972)
L-R: My sister Ellen, Me and our friend, Karen. Where did I get that attitude? I was incredibly shy. Maybe because I was at home with Mom behind the camera. We lived in Mesa, Arizona, thus the tan and the bare feet. Seriously, we never wore shoes.

(1984)
Fast forward a few years. This is a family portrait taken when I was a senior in high school. My parents are seated with Sarah on Mom's lap. Then, L-R:  Mitch, Marc, Heidi, Ellen, Me and Matt.  My parents are so young. My son, Max, is a clone of Mitch. Don't you love Matt's shirt? And, what about my big hair? Wow.

We've changed a bit, yes?

(l-r: Mitch, Me, Heidi, Ellen,Sarah, Marc, Matt
&Mom and Dad)


If you're grossed out easily, then now is the time to click away. If you're curious about toe amputation, scroll down-








(He got the stitches out yesterday and it looks a lot better than this.)





Hope you have a fantastic weekend!!

Comments

  1. DebSeptember 13, 2013 at 12:03 PM

    Fun Pictures! That foot doesn't look gross at all.

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    1. Julie DeMilleSeptember 13, 2013 at 12:15 PM

      But, Deb, you're used to dealing with grossness. :0)

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  2. MarianneSeptember 24, 2013 at 6:16 PM

    I was a little obsessed with seeing the "After" shot of the toe. Thanks for sharing. xoxo Sicko

    P.S. LOVE the 80s hair!

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  3. Masked MomOctober 3, 2013 at 11:17 PM

    Love the photos. Especially love the grandma bath thing. It wasn't my grandma's house, but one of my aunts' houses where I could always count on there being Mr. Bubble. We rarely, if ever, had it at home so it seemed like a great luxury.

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