Because all the cool kids are doin’ it, I wanted to join the fun and post some pictures of me as a young child. Unfortunately, it turns out that I have only a very limited number of pictures of bygone days in my house. I think it’s time to root around in those old cardboard boxes my mom has been moving from old farmhouse to apartment to apartment in the last few years. I need a better selection.
Here’s one of my favourite photos. I’m the blonde in the dark stripes and my sister is the cutie-patootie in the light stripes. Apparently we’re in the process of mauling my dad. As a hardworking farmer, my dad didn’t nearly always have enough time for his kids, but when he gave us his attention, he made sure that at least for those brief moments, it was quality time.
The picture below is of me with my oldest brother (who occasionally shows up in the comments as bbb). Doesn’t he look smashing in the bowtie? (And for those who know him, doesn’t he look alot like Caleb?) I was apparently fairly attached to that soother and dolly. I suspect it was a ploy to get me to sit still long enough for the Christmas photo. Even though we were fairly poor, Mom loved to dress us well – especially for Christmas. Almost every year, we got a new Christmas outfit. Usually it was something Mom had sewn.
Notice the drywall tape on the wall behind us? For the first seven years of their married life, Mom and Dad lived in an unfinished house. It must have driven my Mom a little crazy. Things didn’t get much better either. From there we moved to a tiny farmhouse with only one cold water tap in the kitchen, a strangely named “cash and carry” toilet in the winter and outhouse in the summer, and so little space that when mom and dad went to bed at night on the hide-a-bed in the living room, their feet were in the kitchen. It was another seven years before we moved into a new house on the same farm property. My mom had to put up with A LOT back then! But… we were happy.