Christmas morning photos are never pretty, never flattering, and honestly they shouldn’t be. They should be memories of good times, great presents, bad presents, and the gratification of the anticipation of that Red Ryder BB Gun or whatever was the equalization for you.
So after making our morning photos some of me need years of distance before I post them on the internet. However these have years behind them…
This was my folks house in the ’70s. Apparently we either gave gift offerings to the TV or often confused the TV with the tree. That’s Samson there in the floor. He was my beloved cat I got in 1976 and my folks had him well until after I was married. He was HUGE. He was the runt of the litter so name was meant to be ironic but he grew to be 4 inches between the base of each ear. At his healthiest he was a lean muscular 30lbs. One big lover in the house and the terror of rabbits, snakes, and birds outside on the farm.
Thought you needed another photo of such a fine feline fella. Best as I can guess this is Christmas of ’78 – ’80. We have always gotten our pets Christmas gifts – a tradition that carries on today.
My life was good getting nice toy hauls. But I remember that robe. I hated it. It was frilly and stiff. My grandmother had an idea that Christmas morning pictures should be pretty. She’d even get up and dress for them. She wanted us to dress for Christmas dinner. It’s because of her we made pictures of the dinner table (how would she feel of our Pizza Roll lunch & out for dinner tonight?) Still I make picture of dinner tables but these are at least amusing
As I said Nannie dressed for Christmas morning pictures and this morning my son showed the same trait by dressing for early morning unwrapping of presents. As a kid he told her he was sorry she got only clothes but this year that’s what he got, clothes, by his own request.
Speaking of dressing for the holidays – can you be too matchy matchy in holiday sweaters? They think NOT!
Speaking of fashion I too made some dubious choices. First off note in the late 70s I made the duckface before the duckface was cool! Also yes, that’s my name in patchwork on the legs of my jeans… what can I say it was the 70s.
Like I said we have lots of table photos for Christmas dinner. In this one mom looks like “Kill me, just kill me now.” Which I went hunting for smiling mom picture. Didn’t find one until I started doing Christmases at my house. LOL!
I looked through Mike’s old family photos. They were laughing, except one where it looked like Len was trying to get out of the photos.
There’s more blasts from the past on my flickr account. If you are really curious you can click on any image here to go there and cruise around.
As always glad to hear from you here, on Twitter @marylouiseklund, google + under my name and of course on Flickr. Won’t be posting real regularly over the next week but once life returns to a routine after the holidays. Here’s wishing you a great New Year!