During a recent visit to Granny's house for dinner, I discovered that she and Grumpy are in the midst of a bit of a purge. Furniture, photos, art, general bric-a-brac. Stuff that has piled up on them over the past couple decades and generally needs to be let go. Not in the sense that it's not wanted, just that, you know... it's time.
I was given a plastic bag with some mementos to take home. An old pair of my toddler shoes, a baby book with a first haircut clipping, a birthday card from my great-granny in her endearing, feeble handwriting. Neat stuff.
Also included were a whole bunch of photos, some of which brought back some strong memories, and other's I'd never seen. I thought I'd scan and share some of those pics. It's fun to reminisce.
I don't know where this was or who took it, but I think it's a great pic.
Same place and time, less tact.
Tell me my little brother then isn't the spitting image of Tavish now, eh? Fudgesicles are sooooo awesome.
Contemplating a Ritz cracker. This was at our house in Kitchener, Ontario before we moved out west. Judging by our ages, it was just before the move.
Our most beloved pet, Blitzen. He was hand-delivered by Santa on Christmas eve. This was taken that very night. That's my stocking hanging on the left, the same one I still have now. Seeing this reminds me that I wrote about this event in detail very shortly after I started this blog.
This was in the backyard of my great-grandma's house in Kitchener. She backed onto a golf course. I don't know what captured our attention, or why I'm holding a deer in my hand.
Blowing bubbles off somebody's deck. I think it was my aunt's friend's place near Dawson Creek, BC.
When I was on a Wolf Cub camping trip one summer, my friend and I very successfully dammed up a small stream running from the cabins down to the lake. We used rocks, reinforced by sticks and twigs, plastered through with mud. We had an entire fictional society springing up around us. Then the scout leader came and made us bust it apart.
Crockett and Tubbs, the early years.
I don't know where we were off to, but we seem to have forgotten our enthusiasm. Must have been church. My stepdad, at seeing this picture again, remarked that we were dead ringers for the Ukrainian mafia.
C'mon... do I need an excuse for a kilt shot?!
Judging by the snow, I think this was a friend's wedding from about a decade ago.
FIN.
Wow Sigh! Those are awsome bro? I'll hav to show you some of the pics that I got from the "Who keeps this kinda stuff for 30 years?" give away. Quite the stroll down memory lane. By the way, I think you should sit Tavish down with nothing but a diaper, a fudgesicle and a smile and see what happens. Camera in hand of course.
Posted by: LB | Tuesday, 18 September 2007 at 01:40 AM
That's Tavish right up there in the first pic. :)
Posted by: Émilie B | Tuesday, 18 September 2007 at 04:38 AM
Great photos. I love looking back at old shots from yesteryear.
Posted by: TerriTorial | Tuesday, 18 September 2007 at 11:14 AM
Thanks for sharing these. They are truly cool. Sadly...I would not have recognized you in the top (cute) picture. But the second one is clearly you. I recognize the eye (the unsmooshed one).
I didn't know the Ukrainian mofia wore their pants so high.
[Awaiting Tavish vs Fudgesical pic]
Posted by: Moksha Gren | Tuesday, 18 September 2007 at 11:35 AM
LB, when you and Mom get back from Ontario, you'll have to invite us over to show us your stuff.
Émy, I see more Declan in the top couple pics, but then I see him every day and sort of relate him more to me and Tavish more to my brother.
Terri, it's one of my favourite things to do too.
Moksha, the high pants is one of the Ukrainian mafia's trademarked intimidation techniques.
Posted by: Simon | Tuesday, 18 September 2007 at 01:43 PM
Love the Ukrainian mafia comment. Ha!
So, your second son looks just like your brother, eh? Hmmm... there's a soap opera subplot in there somewhere.
Great pics from your history, man. Ben's into making funny faces, so I'm sure if he saw that second pic he'd try to imitate it.
Posted by: Mark | Tuesday, 18 September 2007 at 03:00 PM
When I was that age, my hair looked EXACTLY like yours in that picture of you holding the deer.
Posted by: Mark | Tuesday, 18 September 2007 at 03:02 PM
"You vill pay vhat you owe....or ve shall pull our pants up even higher!!"
Posted by: Moksha Gren | Tuesday, 18 September 2007 at 04:20 PM
We went through the Ukrainian mafia phase around here too. Fifth and sixth grade I think it was. Fortunately it passes. Then there's the hunk in the kilt phase that is, alas, all too brief.
Posted by: marian | Wednesday, 19 September 2007 at 08:05 AM