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Friday, January 30, 2026

Ah, the Years


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!

4 comments:

Lori said...

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.

Sandra said...

My hair was not curly but about as straight as hair can be! I got the dreaded permanent, Lori.

Far Side of Fifty said...

Fun to see old school photos!

Miss Merry said...

I love your school photos!