FRO–Always the Eccentric

The purpose of Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You (every Thursday) is to link up a post about something from your past. You can reach back all the way to your childhood and bravely post pictures of your ‘fro (don’t act like you didn’t have a bad hair style. I know you did) or post something from last year and tell us about it.

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As Marcy says: “Public humiliation is the new extreme sport!”


Goodness. I don’t want to know how many people were trying to stifle their chuckles this day.

I obviously didn’t get enough use out of my First Holy Communion dress considering I thought it a brilliant idea to wear it to school. Probably for awards day.

I must point out the casual dress of the other students in line with me. T-shirts and jeans.


Yes. That’s me. Always the eccentric.

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FRO. The Humiliation.

The purpose of Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You (every Thursday) is to link up a post about something from your past. You can reach back all the way to your childhood and bravely post pictures of your ‘fro (don’t act like you didn’t have a bad hair style. I know you did) or post something from last year and tell us about it.

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As Marcy says: “Public humiliation is the new extreme sport!”

This must have been after my Confirmation. I look like the right age for that. Ick. I can hardly stand to look at this picture. I want to sweep those stupid bangs away from my glasses.


And change the glasses.

How can you miss that mess on my chin? Didn’t they have zit medicine back then??

And…and…oh the humiliation.

Turquoise earrings? With a pink shirt? Which was, by the way, one of my favoritest shirts ever and I wore it every other day.

Even better are the ashtrays (Plural. Not just one ashtray. More than one) on the table with the overturned styrafoam cup, the nuts and nutcracker and the Jesus plate.

And what are those other things?? Easter eggs?? I can’t even tell.


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Topless on a Motorcycle

 

And you wonder why I am who I’ve turned out to be? Seriously.I’m about 2 in this photo. Topless. On a motorcycle. This isn’t a one time occurrence. You’d think my parents didn’t buy me clothes as a toddler. Guess I needed to be different. Some things never change.Oh those were the days. I could run around topless and cute and people actually took photos instead of ran away! Though if I ran around topless today and Phil had a camera…nevermind. TMI

I suppose this is somewhere around the summer of 1974.

That’s our neighbor’s house, I can’t remember his name, but I remember he had two front doors (check it out! That was SO cool to me as a kid!) And he was on oxygen and he always, always, always gave me a butterscotch when I went over to visit. He was the good neighbor. The old lady on the other side used to keep my toys if they went over the fence. So I picked her flowers through the fence and gave them to my mom.

 

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