Lucy! You've got some scannin' to do!

When I was home for Marchmas, my Dad let me bring home all of the family photo albums to scan the pictures inside. I am insane about family photos so I was super stoked. Let me tell you - I've seriously got some scanning to do.

After I took this photo I realized that I left six whole albums out of this picture. Oh boy.

I realize that I may just be scanning until the end of time but I'm vowing to get it done. I haven't let myself look through all of the pages in the albums yet, hoping that seeing each photo as fresh and new will motivate me to keep turning those pages and keep scanning. I did take a few peeks though.

Me and my brother. Of course, pink for girls and blue for boys. Remember when the covers of photo albums had actual photos on them like the one with the landscape above? Swank.

My Dad's Army days. He was stationed in Germany and has always told us about how great the pizza was there and how there wasn't an ugly woman in all of Germany. I keep thinking that surely there must have been one or two! He and my Mom used to open up the family trunk and show me and my brother postcards with amazing castles on them and my Mom would always let me take whiffs of this fancy perfume set that my Dad sent her while overseas. It had a pretty box and maybe eight or ten tiny bottles of different golden hued scents, each tied with slivers of colored ribbons. I remember that they smelled pretty horrible but I'm going to chalk that up to how old they were. Surely my Dad could pick out nice perfumes - unless one of those beautiful German salesgirls was trying to make commission off of him and then all bets are off!

Seventies. Nothing but seventies as far as the eye can see. That's my aunt's A-Frame house. It was sweeeeeet. I'd love to have that house today. They lived back in the woods and her girls were the biggest tomboys. Once, one of them almost drove us into a pond while careening downhill on a go-kart. I was screaming like a loon. I think they knew that I was a wuss and that city girl could not hang with the rough and tumble crowd. Perhaps they were trying to kill me off so that they wouldn't be obligated to play sissy-pants dolls with me anymore.





Look at my beautiful Mom's sweet hair! I'm going to have to get her to teach me how to do that. I think that I was told that she had that photo taken professionally to send to my Dad to keep with him while he was stationed overseas.

I remember really loving that rick-rack and gingham dress. I had a pink one too! Everybody knows that I'd still wear those things today if they fit me.  I think it was a Sears portrait. My brother and I look seriously giddy! We look sugary sweet but I'm pretty sure we were being brats that day. It seems like we were brats every time that my Mom took us to a department store. I remember hiding under the clothes racks and trying to scare her into thinking that she'd lost us. Like she'd care! She would have probably been glad to have a few moments of peace!




I hope that this picture has faded - or else that means that my entire family used to wear pancake makeup. I didn't realize until after I took this shot but my Mom and I are wearing similar dresses!

I remember the day that we had this portrait made. I think that my family just bought this one shot but I remember the photographer making us do totally goofy stuff like leaning on a wagon wheel and looking wistfully towards the left. There was also a fake window that we leaned out of as if we were enjoying a light breeze on a fine Spring day. I'd give a month's worth of grilled cheeses to see those proofs again!

Do you have any family portraits? Have you been lucky enough to be made steward of the family photos, both good and bad? Do tell!

Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha