frazzled & frumpy

A couple of my favorite Snapshots and my thoughts about them. Heidi, Me, Ellen Mesa, AZ 1971? Do you see my face? No. Because I was so intent on my dive that I couldn't be bothered to smile for the camera.  This was taken at my aunt's apartment, she and her husband were the managers. Going there was sooo fun! They were young newlyweds.  They sort of spoiled us. I wish I could have that tanned, perfect skin again.  Our heights have become the opposite--Heidi is the shortest, Ellen the tallest. I'm still stuck in the middle. Doesn't it look like we get along so well?  Hehe. Oh, could we fight. We still call each other 'sissy kicker' as a joke. That's what we said when, in a desperate attempt to not get pummeled, one of us would sit in a chair and kick our legs at the attacker. Didn't matter what your sister called you, it worked! Dad the dairy farmer Declo, Idaho 1983 Dad is smiling. This must be before the milking start...

Dad on the dairy. Summer nights in Arizona were made for children.  The heat of the day cooled and we played outside way past sundown.  It was an age of innocence without fenced yards, where neighbors watched out for each other. It was on one of those nights that I played with my sisters and friends in our front yard.  Our tan legs raced around in a game of tag, while the adults sat inside, talking and drinking cold bottles of Pepsi.  In our game, one girl ran around the side of the house, then raced back.  "There's ghosts back there!"  Our hearts pounded at the very thought.  Following her, we peaked around the house into the back yard.  Large, white sheets hung on the clothesline, swaying in the gentle breeze.  Their movement was just enough to set our imaginations afire.  We squealed and ran back to the front. The next several minutes were spent daring each other to go look again.  On our last foray into terror, we somewhat...