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Retro Thursday: Family Edition

Pardon the quality of these pictures. They're old, because so am I.

The one and only picture of me looking cute in a swimsuit.



1974. The corn was as high as an elephant's eye.



My big sister Jana and I discuss how nice it is to not have any younger siblings.



Oops!




Easter Sunday, 1978. Ignore the adorable children and focus, if you can, on my father's suit.



Aimee, in Underoos!



The twins hamming it up. Love the patches on my brother's jeans.



First day of school, 1984...I guess that would be 7th grade for me. Aimee has no front teeth (aw). Jana is way too cool for school. I don't know why I'm clutching my brother in that way. Perhaps because I'm being swallowed by my puffy pink shirt.



Christmas 1988. Nice buzz cut on Casey. I believe Jana and I were both wearing new clothes from The Limited, the coolest store in town. (Figuratively speaking; our town had no stores.) You can't see them very well, but Jana's shoes, being two-toned, were considered scandalously wild at the time.



That's it for this week! Stay tuned for a very special Retro: Christmas Edition next Thursday.

Comments

aimee said…
Ok, I had no idea Retro Thursday would include a picture of me wearing underoos.

And oh my. That green chair in the first picture. Dad's suits. Jana's shoes.

Very hilarious. I can't wait until next Thursday. (Well, maybe I can. Some of those Christmas photos were terrible)
Anonymous said…
Gary's suits are really retro as is the green chair which was practically an antique when the picture was taken.

Funny pictures!

Mom
Abbey said…
Ahh, the memories. That was fun to see you guys back in the day! I can't wait to see more. What a great idea you have.

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