Snapshot of July 1987

My mother let me borrow a bunch of old pictures recently because Christian wanted to see Baby Me.  I have yet to return them, partly because they've gone into hiding in our second bedroom.  {Our second bedroom is where Christian keeps his clothes, his memorabilia, and his hideously uncomfortable twin bed.  It also often becomes the refuge of junk that we aren't ready to throw away, and random items that don't have a home in any other part of the house.  We tend to put things in the corners of the room and leave them there until it seems normal.}  I looked through these today and fell in love with them; not only am I adorable, but my family all looks healthy and happy, the colors in these pictures are beautiful, and right now I'm looking forward to the bright, sunny days of summer.

As the title of this post indicates, these pictures were taken in July of 1987 {or they were at least developed then -- they could have been taken earlier that year}.  I would have been fifteen months old; Laura would have been three; Alice was ten; Aaron was thirteen; my mother was 37, and Dad was 41.  We were in California visiting both sets of my grandparents.  You can see my Grandma Webb and my Aunt Kathy in one of the pictures with my mom, and all three of them had permed hair.  You can also see my Grandpa Cunningham, reading outside while I attempted to ingest the hose.  {You can even see a swollen diaper peeking out of the snaps in my red overalls.}

I look at these pictures and I miss things.  I miss California and gardenias and the dry hotness of summer.  I miss the cold water of pools and the smell of cut grass baking in the sun.  I miss my family being all together; I miss my brother, and I miss my mom's family.  I miss old wooden fences crowded with flowers, and I miss houses that my family has lived in for so long.  I miss sweet old men in baggy clothes.  And I really didn't intend on becoming so nostalgic; contemplating old pictures brings it out of me, I guess.


  1. Your second bedroom sounds exactly like mine. Complete with Wor's uncomfortable twin mattress all his stuff that doesn't seem to have a place anywhere else. Wor keeps slipping up and calling it his room...but at this point I agree with him.

  2. Great job with the pictures! Those are really beautiful pictures. And, we looked beautiful in them. I was especially cute. You're pretty cute too. I miss California also.

  3. Pretty! I sympathize with you second bedroom - only I didn't end up with a twin mattress. We recently addressed said room and now there is only one corner of "stuff to put away/give away." I am proud.

    I love old photos. I have one of me, Mama, and Daddy on the beach together (pre-Jesse) that I keep around - still in the frame Mama put it in at the time. Outfits = funny, I have chubby little baby legs, so forth.

    You strengthen my resolve to make it to California within the very near future. I wouldn't find the same things there (aka family), but it sounds green, ocean-y and pleasant. And after five summers in Utah, I LOVE almost anywhere with plant life that doesn't have to be watered by irrigation in order to survive.

  4. i TOLD you i used to be young and beautiful and had a really bad hairstyle.

  5. i love seeing grandma standing up and smiling.