a scan a day

Note to Mom, c. 1968

I assume this is from one of my brothers. My dad had much better handwriting than this.

Hong Kong, 1985

Visiting my folks at Christmas. I’d just given myself a haircut with a pair of manicure scissors and I think it looks good. It’s pretty hard to f*ck up my hair.

Mom and Great Grandma, c. early 1950s

Nice to see my mom had the same completely awkward teenage body I did.

May 2, 1992

Nearly twenty years ago, on the Venice Beach boardwalk with a National Guardsman on day 4 of the LA riots. I’d been living in CA since February and had already endured earthquakes and floods — I expected the locusts at any moment. We were helping a friend secure their shop on the boardwalk. It was eerily quiet and beautiful that day.

LOOK. AT. THAT. HAIR.

Me and my brothers in Corpus Christi, TX, 1972

We’re so groovy. That’s a Buick Wildcat behind us, I think it was a ‘68. This was right before we moved to Westport CT. We were Texas kids, I was born in Austin and my brothers were born in Houston (ha ha, my hometown’s cooler). Anyway, we said things like “yes ma’am” and “no sir” (unless we wanted to get smacked) back then (do parents still teach their kids stuff like that?) but after we moved to Westport, we  had to stop saying it, in school at least, because teachers thought we were being smart asses; we were just being polite.

Resurrecting this tumblr starting today!

J.C. Davis is my paternal grandpa and this receipt is, I believe, for the car pictured here.

Aunt Thelma & Uncle Bernie, c. early 1920s

I’m working on a photo project for my Mom and have just started the scanning process. That’s my grandma’s little brother & sister.

Reminder to self to get back to work.

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Me & Mom, 1960

Outside married student housing at the U of T in Austin. I’m about to go on my first boat ride. By the time I was a year old, I was a seasoned pro.

Holy Christ, fifty years ago next month. Check out the car seat. Might as well have stowed the baby on the dashboard, for all the protection it afforded.

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GPOYW, Headshot c. ‘93

I used to perm my hair because I was so lazy I didn’t ever want to have to do ANYTHING to it except add product & let it dry on its own. I don’t get perms any more but I do wear headbands a lot. I still don’t know how to properly operate a hand-held hair dryer.

Yes, I am aware this is a ridiculous & awkward pose. But I could whine with the best of them.

And now I am so lazy I can’t even put a picture in a scanner once a day. Or week. Or month.

Angela, CT, c. 1973

My mom took a picture of me on Christmas day, while I was wearing a similar cap, and remarked that I really hadn’t changed all that much since this ice skating photo was taken. Since 1973.

“Your face is a bit fuller,” she said. “That’s about it.”

Yep, that’s about it.

mom & dad, 12-20-58

Happy Anniversary!

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GPOYW

… that’s my old roommate & Martin Stephenson & me (huge hair!) backstage (if you could call it that) at The Back Room in Austin some time in the mid-late 80s. Karen worked for a record label (Capitol EMI) & I remember we gave Martin a ride from his hotel to the gig in my giant (1969 Olds 98) car.

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Dad, Gwinny & Uncle Jim, c. 1936

My Dad sent me this pic a couple of days ago, he got it from his brother Jim last week. He asked if I could clean it up a little bit. Here’s the original for comparison — I think it came out okay. That’s my Dad in the blanket. I can see his grownup face in that little, bitty one. I’ve always been told I have my Gwinny’s hair & hands.

geometry

My mom & I have the exact same shaped legs.

(I can’t believe I can’t figure out how to reblog myself to a sub-tumblr, but I can’t.)

grandma & her see-thru shirt, 1974

At our house in Sugarland, Texas on the occasion of her 60th birthday — about two months before the family packed up & moved to Singapore for half a year. Sexy beast, my grandma.