We had orange shag carpet in my parents’ bathroom
Bathroom carpeting…feels great on the bare feet…but when you think about it, disgusting, lol.
An area rug is one thing, you can toss it in the wash. But wall-to-wall? You could have depression-era droplets and particles mashed in there.
Look, I don’t know why our mom did us this way. She said our hair was too thin to grow long. She could have at least brushed it I also looked like a monkey
The last pic is where the shit show started. The very first time I got drunk at 13.
I see your half siblings weren’t strong swimmers
Not at all! We lost so many that day!
okay I’ll take it! Thank you!
This is so much fun. I got millions of family pics. I put albums together all the time for the kids. I’ll try and keep this under 20
Me and my big sister.
Me rockin the Lederhosen
Doing my feed the children add
The Batman Lunch box has landed. I was so happy to have my Batman lunch box.
First trip to England. Oxford??
High School
The way my mother use to dress me no wonder I drank so much.
I think I had a Batman lunchbox too! I had the ears cap…lol
Everyone in school knew I was going to have that Batman lunch box and they made fun of me. Or was it moms shirt and trousers she picked out for me.
Did your parents have the Mercury where the rear window went down in the back??
I got another I loved when I worked the waterfront at camp. The youngest WSI.
And getting photo bombed before photo bombing was a thing.
I was so freaking cool back then
No, I dont recall that. We got in an accident once, I think it was like an old Chevy. No seatbelts of course, we were fine but I liked all the attention, lol…
You grew up nicely from your baby picture!
We had the big Buick Electra too. Who needed seat belts? If you got hit or in an accident it was like falling off the couch in the living room. So much room in those cars.
You were very attractive at 15 or 16. Is that a clown in the pic behind you in the Polaroid??
Yes: my father’s pride and joy. I hated that painting; Barnabus. And thank you. Tbh he was a nasty drunk so no good memories from that house. But I survived!
That clown could have been what drove you to drink.
Me thinking
”When she reads this will she think I meant the clown or her dad”
Sorry bout all the bad memories.