And then I’ll let you go, I promise.
Xmas 1973:
3-year-old me - “Hey - you told me we were going to see the Rebbe!!!”
2-year-old Eli – can’t think of a caption pathetic enough to capture the expression in those eyes…
I have to say – they had much better winterwear for kids in those days – I’m not kidding. This silvery thing was my favourite snowsuit EVER. Look at this huge ring pull, chest zipper and metal belt buckle!
Probably developed by NASA – this was just a few years after the moon landing, and I sure looked like I could go there myself in this thing if I wanted to.
And look what’s on our feet:
Not boots, these are GALOSHES or something. I think these are the ones: they were warm and waterproof, and pulled right on over your shoes.
Anyway! Enough nostalgia. Except for two cute schoolday photos – probably Grade 1 and 2.
In the Grade 1 photo, I am at my nadir (zenith?) of waifish, hollow-eyed skinniness. In ballet, I remember thinking I looked like all pointy and not gracefully rounded at all; I just couldn’t make my elbows not look SHARP. Ha ha ha. I should only have such problems today…
This was my favourite shirt, all rows and hills and farmland. Probably 100% polyester – as I know for a fact the Grade 2 shirt was.
Notice the stalk-straight hair in both shots. My mother swears it was curly when I was a baby and got straight when I was sick. Then it bounced back when I shaved it off at 18. Don’t ask me how.
The Grade 2 shot is uncharacteristically cheerful. These days, I make an effort to smile in pictures, but back then, a Mona Lisa smile was about the best I could usually come up with. Too busy hating the world.
