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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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.
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.
GPOYW (murderer edition), 1973
Knife in hand, mutilated fish corpse lying aside my knee — it was me, I did it.
bonno & dave, c. late 80s
Speaking of comedy groups of yore — here’s a comedy team from the 80s — Bonno & Dave — relaxing after a show. I was Dave. Bonno & Davis just didn’t have the right ring to it.
view from the bed, 1970
(my first camera, p. 2)
It’s still my birthday — see the wrapping paper & camera box in the foreground? Dad took this shot. I remember those pajamas; they were pale yellow & soft as silk — more than likely a light polyester blend.
my first camera, my first photo, 1970
I got a camera for my 10th birthday, a Kodak Instamatic. I had just unwrapped my present — you can see the package of flash bulbs on the bed. I think it’s rather good, actually. ;)