Thanks. You can see a bit of my long hair at the back.
Cool, Cheesy & Ancient Family Pictures
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Thanks. You can see a bit of my long hair at the back.
Back then they told you not to smile for photos.
British Aerospace.
superstring01
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Ahem. If it's so darned great why don't you post some "Cool, Cheesy &[/or] Ancient Family Pictures" of yourself, Joe Sixpack and maybe a few hockey moms?
~String
Not ancient...but definitely cheesy:
Me at working acting the fool:
Riding my faithful steed "Fluffy"
Doing my "Van Gogh" imitation:
Me at working acting the fool:
Riding my faithful steed "Fluffy"
Doing my "Van Gogh" imitation:
Sciencelovah
Registered Senior Member
Lol. Are you actually allowed to carry fluffy to work MacGyver? 
superstring01
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Not good enough. You're ear looks pretty intact.
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All this talk of old photos has driven me to begin my quest to scan all family photos onto my computer. I started this project about five years ago and got most of my uncles' photos. I have several other relatives who will be attending Thanksgiving dinner at my house who swear that they will bring along their vast amounts of pics.
My aunt recently gave me these two gems which I promptly scanned and edited for clarity:
My infant father being chased by his father on the beach in Florida. Cerca 1948.
Paternal granpa' and grandma' round about the same time as the picture above
~String
superstring01
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~String
When I was about eight or nine, I asked my mother if I could pick my own costume for Halloween.
She said I could, so I locked myself in her bedroom and came out looking like this:
My mother was proud of my creativity.
My brother, as you can see, was very disappointed.
That was my first drag experience.
She said I could, so I locked myself in her bedroom and came out looking like this:
My mother was proud of my creativity.
My brother, as you can see, was very disappointed.
That was my first drag experience.
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superstring01
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Lol. Are you actually allowed to carry fluffy to work MacGyver?
Lol...no..I work for a recycling company..and we get all the returns from Cosco. That's were Fluffy came from...one of the employees was going to buy it for his kid.
superstring01
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Right.
Well, Draq, you have access to the internet, otherwise you wouldn't be annoying us with juvenile questions. Type the word into "Google" and see what comes up.
Hey. I used to work for them!
They paid great. I hated the job though.
~String
When I was about eight or nine, I asked my mother if I could pick my own costume for Halloween.
She said I could, so I locked myself in her bedroom and came out looking like this:
My mother was proud of my creativity.
My brother, as you can see, was very disappointed.
That was my first drag experience.
Damn...you make one ugly woman! LOL! I don't have a picture, but I wore the completely un-pc "Aunt Jemimah" costume, back when I was a kid..complete with black face, head scarf and fake boobs as big as cantelopes.
superstring01
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Challenger78
Valued Senior Member
Wow..
Its so random to see all you guys so young and..vulnerable ?
Dunno... Sorta nostalgic no ?
Dear god. I had no idea some people could look that cute.. I've been surrounded by hideous freaks compared to them..
Its so random to see all you guys so young and..vulnerable ?
Dunno... Sorta nostalgic no ?
Dear god. I had no idea some people could look that cute.. I've been surrounded by hideous freaks compared to them..
*************HA! Grandma was classy though. I know this sounds sexist, but she never lost that "1940's" classic woman-ness. She was from West Virginia, raised on a self-subsiding farm. She raised her younger siblings when her mother died from cancer. All she had ever known was hard work. The woman was truly a force unto herself. She utterly dominated my family until her death and was the glue that held together her four sons when my Grandpa' dumped them and left. Yet she never lost the smallest touch of her femininity or any of the joy of living.
She had nothing. Nothing at all. And wanted nothing except strong family relationships.
She was an amazing cook and never failed to "forget" all the horrible things I said in anger (struggling to deal with my mother's death). Nothing but kisses, love and the patience of Job.
Until her dying breath she wore pants from the 1970's that she mended when they ripped. She wasted nothing, despite the fact that her four sons were of MORE than enough means to give her whatever she wanted. She refused to use a dishwasher and never missed a day of church until she was admitted, finally, at age 82 to the hospital with cancer of the ovaries. Presented with the option of a full hysterectomy she said calmly, "I've had all my parts until now, I'll keep them until I die. I'm 82. I've lived a happy life, I'm ready when God is."
It's because of her that I have a delusionally romantic view of the 1940's.
M*W: Do you mind me asking what part of WV your granny came from? Her photo has a familiar recollection of the local gene pool.
Great pics! Please post more!
*************Well this is the only old photo I could dig up..me at 5 after I gave myself a haircut the day before the big portrait photo day:
Lord knows that innocence would have turned into a guy that would wear a hat like this:
M*W: Self-induced haircuts must be from something in the genes. I did it, and my kids did it. We were all proud of our self-scalping. Don't know why the parents weren't!