Be Afraid.

Not that I haven't had a whole summer to do projects, but yesterday I mentioned to K that I had been looking for a particular picture and couldn't find it on my computer, and she said "It's in one of the albums." I found it right away, and then realized that I had never scanned in a whole lot of pictures that were in the albums I kept years ago. Run now, while you have the chance.

I scanned in very many, so this is only a sample, but these are all good ones. Also, after looking over the albums, I felt compelled to prove to you that I really did have a magical-looking child. (But they're not all of her.) Here goes.
It's not a well-lit picture, but if you want to know what I really look like, this is it. If I could go back and look forever like any particular time in my life, it would be this. Look at that flat tummy! This was about 1978, standing on the shores of Squam Lake in New Hampshire.




Is that a whole lot of baby, or what? This was probably the last time I was actually able to hold both of them at once. Look at that head on the left! When they were born, he looked huge and she looked like a little scrawn, but in fact, they were both over five pounds, and only a half pound different from each other. 1978 as well.


I couldn't resist another picture of my special good guy, the one who's getting married in a few weeks. Look at that punim! He was very intently watching the Memorial Day Parade. 1982.



A strange one, but a favorite; I made it my wallpaper after I scanned it yesterday. In March 1982, a week after R's first birthday, my father had a heart attack. As a result, he took up exercise for the first time since V-E day. One lovely summer day, I took baby R to the park near our house, and took pictures of her on the swings and so on, and at one point, I turned around and saw Jack walking his laps around the pond. He didn't know we were there and we didn't know he's be there, either. 1982.



She had the biggest eyes in the world. This was about a month before her second birthday, so, R, 1983.




This is the picture I was originally looking for. I had taken her for a haircut and said to the stylist "Not too short!" and she cut off a hank of hair over the kid's ear and said "What did you say?" Not that it didn't look good on her. She still keeps her hair short. Summer 1983, in the ILs' backyard.




I ask you, is that a face? From around the same time.




I've posted a variety of pictures of Jack and Shirl, but mostly when they were old. Here they are with R, age 2, so, 1983. Her hair is starting to grow back a bit.



I was taking pictures to go out with the Christmas cards, and she was being the super-model, striking a different pose after each camera snap. So, fall, 1983.



About six months later, spring 1984. Although she's average-sized now, she was a very petite child and very well-proportioned, so she always looked kind of like a whole person, just shrunk down to tiny. Really. I think I have made my point.



Together again for the first time. Summer, 1984, and all the players are in place now. Big sister R and little sister K, ready to go.

I finished one whole album, but I'm not quite ready to do the next one yet (or as K says, "the one with the really interesting pictures in it.") Another time, perhaps. If you've stuck with it this long, I appreciate your patience!


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