Flashin’ WAAAYYY back this Friday, folks.
I came home from work to discover two early birthday packages from Munga waiting behind the porch steps. They were filled with the gifts I requested:
Old family photos.
There’s NOTHING I love more than old photos. And so for this Friday flashback, I’m takin’ you all the way back. To before my existence.
I’m so happy to have these, I don’t even know where to begin. Especially this one, above, which my mom took to a professional restorer in the 80s after rescuing it from near demise in a cedar chest.
But alright, it’s not really a flashback if I don’t put an embarrassing photo of myself in it, too. So here’s me with my very same “Grandma Mary” in 1979. Dig it:
I totally remember her house, that crocheted pillow, the plastic on her furniture, and the Stella D’oro “cookies” she used to feed me when my mom would bring me to visit (read: Stella D’oros are not cookies – siiiggghhh).
Still, what I wouldn’t give now to be back in that house eating a crappy Italian coffee biscuit, hearing some stories about the old country from Grandma Mary.
Luckily, I’m on my way to Fresno this weekend where I fully intend to mine Trent’s grandma, Dorothy, for stories and old family photos so I can flash waaayyy back again soon.