Memory Lane - Part 1

I've had such a great time looking through old photos to do the post in honor of my sister, Megan...it gave me an idea for a new blog series..."Memory Lane".

Since you're here and you're reading my blog, I can only assume that you are at least mildy interested in...well, me. So are you ready? You're going to learn more about me and where I come from than you might want to know.

Are some of you cringing...thinking "Oh boy, I hope she doesn't put that one picture up". I promise to be as respectful and kind as possible. But I'm also going to be honest. And honestly? We're all in the same boat. The 80's...they were just plain BAD from a style standpoint. Yep, the pictures will go up, but we'll all be in it together!

So here goes...fasten your seat belts!

These are the first pictures of me that I know of. According to the back of the photos, I am one week old. Look at my parents! Look how young they were when they became parents! If I've done my math right, they were 18 and 19 years old when they married in 1972...and a mere one year and 4 days later, I rolled into their lives. So they were 19 and 20 years old when they became parents!

**Note to my children: I know everything turned out wonderfully for Yaya and Papa, but you are not to do this! Do you understand? You are to go to college, marry the nice young man or woman I choose for you when you are about 27, and live next door to me. I promise, you'll be happiest if you do as I say.

OK, back to my story.

We were living in Killeen, Texas and it was 1973. Dad was in the US Army. I think Mom stayed home with me...but I'm not sure. How long did we live there? I'm not sure about that either. Mom, Dad, can you help me fill in the blanks?

Can I just say...aren't my parents beautiful people? Look at this handsome man...I can see why Mom dropped out of school to run away to a far away place and marry him (again...kids...don't even think about it)!

They joke about how they had absolutely no clue as to what they were doing when it came to caring for an infant. That picture of my Dad cracks me up a little because I imagine him holding me in that tidy little seat frequently...because maybe he didn't know how to do it any other way. They were young. They were livin' on love. They were far away from their parents and older siblings who might be able to give them some baby wisdom.

I love the picture of my mom for two reasons. First, the peaceful happy look on her face. It's so sweet to see how happy she was. And then...her hair. I never noticed that she had her hair clipped up like that until just now. Guess what my hair looks like at this very moment? I put my hair up like that all the time!

So there you have Part 1 of Memory Lane. I think I still have more Texas pictures to share, and then we'll be on to Wisconsin. Stay tuned!