... the way we were about twenty years ago
That's our family during one Christmas in the mid-eighties. Of course, Cuppa's parents were still with us, but we always made the pilgrimage to Toronto to visit her tribe on Boxing Day or shortly after.
When I asked Cuppa where mid-eighties photos might be last night, she escorted me to the basement and found the appropriate box within minutes. She's amazing at finding things — inside the house at any rate although something fundamentally shifts the second that she steps outside. I had wanted a photo of that red vest sweater that I mentioned yesterday. While it's only partly revealed, the picture serves the purpose, I think. So, that's my semi-dressy-garb of that period. I say semi because I still wore jacket and tie to church although that was the approximate time period of our ceasing to attend that institution.
Taken via a timer with the camera set on the piano, it's not a technically sound photo by any means, but it's still a wonderful keeper in my books. I wasn't able to make great strides in Photoshop with this one (it happens that way sometimes), but it's the way we were, and I think it has value and character.
Christmasses keep rolling on by faster and faster. Life has changed. We're all older and living in different places. The grands have left us and partners have joined the girls ... and little Smudge is on the way. Now there's a change that I am really looking forward to.
But I still gaze back wistfully and fondly and sometimes find myself becoming a teensy bit sappish over my comtemplations.