I guess this is the class of 1967, for picture day I got your basic buzz cut (Dad had a flat top! And I don’t mean that in a good way) – Girls on the other hand… That girl behind me, either her mother is a hair stylist or she got set back four grades. I’m surprised that she’s not smoking in this picture.
I can’t believe I hadn’t seen this picture, from 1985- My mom’s dog swiped this pacifier from my niece. He knew exactly what he was doing.
So I have a lot of points on the trading site Listia.com, and I was randomly browsing… I meant to just comment on this one but I fumbled around and bid on it…
… So my question was, “Well, just how awkwardly can someone eat corn? I got the picture back because I “won” the auction, I won’t post it but apparently the answer is; VERY awkwardly. For the record, here is the proper way to eat corn on the cob; you can’t tell by this still picture, but I am eating at a normal pace, not running it across my teeth like a fast typewriter, with a bell at the end of each row. Just for the record.
My neighbor on the right came over to the house on my left and used some Agent Orange type stuff to kill the stickers. He also gave an unhealthy dose of it to my lawn, supposedly overspray??
So now we have an unsightly patch. I am thinking about putting a bush there, but what? It should be low maintenance but tall/thick enough to conceal the dead zone on the other side of the chain link. The neighbor with the weedkiller and the scythe should pay for some of this, but I’m not sure I want to start anything with him. Maybe I will let my dog crap on his lawn and call it even.
We have been serving customers like you since the turn of the century (off and on). Here you see an ancestor standing in front of an Everett venture in Maine. I think this was one of the Holt boys, if it was an Everett he would surely be in the store helping dad pack rutabegas in fish brine, or whatever turn of the century merchants did when they weren’t stoking the wood stove, or scooping out a few pounds of lard for a customer.
The partnership with the Holts prospered until a big fight over a checker game broke up the partnership. To this day an occasional Holt boy will drive by our house and yell “King me!!”. It’s not pretty.
I like to think that these honest, hard working ancestors would enjoy our web store at RestlessMouse.com – wish I had their business sense, and work ethic. The tax structure from 1910 would be nice also.
Here’s me and my siblings sitting on the couch, waiting for video games and cellphones to be invented, or at least Pong. The reason I look kind of freaked out, is that my sister Evelyn (There in the saddle shoes) just directed that stare to my Tonka truck and melted the ignition wires.