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March 4, 2010 at 11:09 AM
You’re the one on the right?
March 4, 2010 at 1:24 PM
yes, the runt of the litter at that time.
March 4, 2010 at 8:17 PM
What was the occasion?
Do you have any back stories on some of the others?
I like to look at their faces and imagine what their future lives held for them. A CEO or a street bum? A scientist or a stripper? Mostly happy or mostly sad? Rich or poor? They were all relatively equal at that moment. I like the hair do’s. Beatles or bowl? Girls with long hair parted down the middle, Vernon has the coolest Jew Fro and Boatdog looks like Beaver Cleaver. Ralph’s expression portends his short future. The guy in front right looks like “The Unibomber”. I bet the pretty brunette drove you wild!
Thank goodness for professional portrait photographers for leaving the record.
March 5, 2010 at 6:25 AM
Is that RC a row down and to the right a bit?
March 5, 2010 at 9:11 AM
Wow! When was your growth spurt? I was 6′-2″ in 8th grade.
March 5, 2010 at 10:03 AM
I was 6’2″ in eighth grade also. (that’s a joke, for those who know me.)
March 5, 2010 at 10:10 AM
I went from 5’9″ in the 10th grade to 6’4″ in the 12th grade. It was a rough time.
March 5, 2010 at 10:34 AM
I was always kind to squatty-pops and you can ask Corndoggie as proof.
My mom always referred to herself as Mrs. Squatty-pop. I always considered people of shorter statue to have a little more Zest for life or something in that nature. My grandad was one of the coolest people in Louisa County many decades ago and he was close to midget size. I never really spurt but my mom would always comment on my size to relatives with pride. I also had a girlfriend that dumped me for being to tall, she preferred a short french dude who she later married.
March 5, 2010 at 10:46 AM
too much weight to be Cooper. He was some greek guy and I think maybe our paperboy?
March 5, 2010 at 10:48 AM
What was rough? the growing part or being short…………
March 5, 2010 at 11:50 AM
Both. I’m still clumsy, but it was terrible during the “spurt.” When I was a squatty pop, being tall was my goal in life. Now I bang my head into things a lot and have acquired bad posture from always having to stoop down low under low doorways and bend down to get on eye level with others.
March 5, 2010 at 12:13 PM
I quit banging my head into things when I stopped wearing baseball caps so much. That bill on the front can really do you in wearing in an interior. My goal in life was not to be as crazy as my mother (even though it may have been a good crazy). That’s not working out for me either……..
“Brother”!
March 5, 2010 at 1:16 PM
Hey, 03, it may not have been worse than “Brother” (we won’t go into the Freudian overtones/undertones/monotones etc.) but this was a least as bad: A friend in junior high/high school (another one of the 6 feet tall in 8th grade types) who has know as (I shit you not), “Beebo,” apparently a corruption of “Bill Boy,” because his dad was also named William. And my friend Mary Copeland (some of you may remember her as an object of fantasies etc.) was known in her family as “Sister” (or even, to transliterate, “Sistah.”).
I love the South. A Good Man is Hard to Find. (Whoever gets the literary reference first gets one silver dollar.)
March 5, 2010 at 1:41 PM
“It’s raining outside.” said Eudora, wetly.
Actually Flannery O’Conner.
March 5, 2010 at 1:45 PM
A country radio station in Texarkana was having a contest by calling phone numbers at random and asking “Is Bubba there?”
They discontinued this, because in a number of places someone would answer “Which Bubba do you want?”
Had we stayed in the brush country of S Texas, my dad would have been known as Big Ted and I would have been Little Ted.
March 5, 2010 at 3:09 PM
“I never really spurt…” — O3, March 5, 2010
There must be some Rx for that.
March 5, 2010 at 3:20 PM
Bosco, you win the prize! Nice anagram with Eudora, BTW. And for us girls, there is of course the transpoition of the adjectives in Miss O’Connor’s short story. (I was going to write “Ms,” but even if that weren’t anachronistic, I don’t she ever would have been “Ms”).
Corn, I also noticed Sigmund’s monotonous voice emerging (surging?) from O3′s delightful remark. (“delightful” sincerely, not sarcastically. Just to be clear and all.)
March 5, 2010 at 8:51 PM
That’s OK 03,
The only growth spurt I’ve ever had was not in height but in width.
March 6, 2010 at 12:29 AM
“The knight upon his steed was well-bespurt, and urged his mount onward.”
March 6, 2010 at 6:04 PM
Boatdog, family, and I are currently marooned on the atlantic coast after a test flight in ship to france to do panos after being snubbed of panorama images (the ones you posted were great however) from current trip of our favoriter muser? Although we didn’t make it to Paris, some cool panos will be pending.
Like the Obscured, Boatdog has found more chicken imagery.
March 7, 2010 at 9:12 AM
My, aren’t we sensitive? Geez, I just got back Thursday night. Was considering sending possible panos, but I think they might be kind of boring. I’ll send some, you decide. I have more chicken pix, too, but was worried it was overkill. Will post, no mean remarks (because I’m very sensitive too). In the meantime, my camera battery died, so this isn’t my pic, but here’s a real thing I saw at the foot of the Montmartre hill, right near blvd de Clichy:. http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/413872702_695851b33c.jpg?v=0
March 7, 2010 at 10:07 AM
I got a feeling whatever you did will be beautiful and look forward to surprizing you with your image’s.
We are preparing to enter the makeshift ship for return home and will look forward to your images.
I’m going to make your day every time you send me some.
XOXOX, O3, Boatdog, and family-
inflight as we speak……………………
March 8, 2010 at 1:37 PM
My neighbor that I miss graduated in 1948.
http://otway.wordpress.com/2008/09/03/sammy-glenn/westhampton-48/