My parents are here for a visit, and they’ve brought with them a box full of stuff from my growing-up years. There are grade cards, class pictures, spelling bee awards, softball and diving pictures, etc. It’s a trip down memory lane. Some of these items should be buried deep in a vault somewhere (a D at half-semester in a high school course called Myth & Legend comes to mind) but some of them are too funny and too “then” not to share. Here’s exhibit A:
It’s Christmas 1978. That’s little ole me with the one thing I wanted more than anything…The Death Star. Please note the cherubic glow of happiness, the darling polyester robe, the intact Nativity scene that escaped my previous rage at more children coming into my home, and Alfie, the Christmas tree, who looks to be decorated with a healthy sized construction paper chain. I’m almost exactly Ellie’s age in this photo.
This Death Star was the coolest thing ever. It had a working elevator, a big ole gun, and a working trash compacter, complete with foam “trash” and a green trash compactor monster that was a little chewy. Ahhh…memories.