My mother had boxes and boxes of photos that I brought home when I was clearing out her house in 2020. I went through some of them but not all. These past few days I have been spending time looking through some.
So......the passage of time:
The back of this photo says I was six. My mother liked curly hair.
No age on this but I would guess maybe eight?
Again, no age. This is a little harder to guess. I would say from eleven to thirteen.
This photo I posted before to show the "don't mess with me" face I already had as a teen. I have a junior high yearbook that places me in ninth grade. I would have been fourteen at the time the photo was taken and fifteen a couple of months later.
This is my junior year in highschool. I was sixteen at the time of the photo and seventeen a couple of months later.
Looking at the expression on my face I think I understand why I never had a boyfriend during my school years. I may have scared them!
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How fun to go through all of your old photos. My mother hated my curly hair and chopped it off when I was young. I don't think she knew what to do with it.
My hair was not curly but about as straight as hair can be! I got the dreaded permanent, Lori.
Fun to see old school photos!
I love your school photos!
Love the photos and you look beautiful.
What a great timeline. You look to me like a girl who had a mind of her own, a thinker. Not having a boyfriend high school sounds like a great thing to me. Seems like far too much of my time was spent worrying about that. And then got pregnant and married far too young.
I don't see anything scary about your face. You just look confident and discerning. Any guy who felt intimidated must have been a bit feeble.
Amazing to have so many pictures. I had two. Total. Now in my son's possession. But then I was the ninth child.
You looked like a person to be reckoned with!
I enjoyed seeing the photos...I also got a kick out of seeing a bit of what you are wearing, I think I had a dress just like the plaid with the PeterPan collar, and the pic with herring bone - I know I had a few skirts of herring bone wool.
Love these! I remember how popular permanents were and how bad they smelled. My hair was normally stick straight, too. (You don't look scary to me--lol!)
Oh I suppose curls were in. Not until I became an adult did I realize that all my Aunts permed their hair all of the time. My mom and Grandmother had straight hair like mine. If mine is a bit longer it has some waves but...
dang those are fun! I ought to dig out some of my kid pics.
My dad took so many and I am thankful for it.
You don't look too scary. Though I bet you had a don't mess with me -- personality.
You are so stinkin' cute and before you tell me you're not, I put up my hand and smile and say, you are!
So fun to see your photos through the years!
Thank you! ❤️
Beautiful photos!
Great post! Loved watching you grow up!
The way you were. People who didn’t know me then can’t recognize me in old photos. I was somewhat good looking and had hair.
Looking back over now vintage photos of the way you were can be interesting and glad you shared yours. I had curly hair as a child, but very few photos to look back at. My late father took mostly videos.
yes it is.
Thank you, Miss Merry. How I changed then and man, how I've changed now.
Thank you , Pixie. You are kind.
Nope, never went to a school dance or any of it, Sue. I was quiet, that changed!
That is what scares people off, nick.
I was quiet and studious, Boud. You wouldn't believe the amount of photos there are.
The only clothing I remember is a poodle skirt and saddle shoes, Dreaming!
Boo! I hated the permanents, Rita.
Or they thought I did, Val. But I will say it is part of who I am so it was likely that was in there even then!
I surrender, Ivy!
Thank you, Laurin.
You are welcome, Cheerful.
Why, thank you, Linda.
And then I grew old, Lori!!
I had hair, too, AC! I'm not recognizable, either. But I do see you in the old photos you've posted.
I have photos back to the early 1900s, Dorothy. The family loved a camera.
I start to write on back of my photos. I have plenty of old photos I'm clueless about.
Following on from an earlier post, I've just read The Bell Jar. It's still a great read, with a fascinating protagonist.
You, at an early age, through your college years, matured into a very graceful presence; the eyes tell a lot
I do, too, Dora. I wish the people at the time would have written who and when.
It's a good book, nick. I'm glad you finally got to read it.
Thank you, Tommy. That's very kind of you to say.
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