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| As Sherman's story about foraging for long-buried musket pellets from the Revolutionary War during his trip to Colonial Williamsburg crept into its second hour, Denise was ready to come up with any excuse in order to end the night, from washing her hair to taking a shower to feigning a case of Montezuma's Revenge. |
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| Thus, for the fourth consecutive year, Cynthia, Timothy and little Nathan Foglenutt were unable to remain focused for the annual portrait in front of the Christmas tree. |
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| Barry felt certain he'd straightened up the living room enough for it to meet with Marlene's approval, but he failed to see coming the infamous "white glove test" on the coffee table... |
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| It had taken many restless hours of trying to stay awake but FINALLY Sherilyn was able to catch Santa Claus in the act of bringing presents to her house on Christmas Eve! |
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| Leroy was eager to learn to play the new organ he got for Christmas, but it was hard to follow the guidance of his father Vic, who seemed to hit two notes at a time with each of his brat-like fingers... |
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| It positively mystified Mona that no matter how often she scrubbed the walls, washed the lampshades and steam-cleaned the drapes, they still eventually wound up with a dark yellow cast to them. |
2 comments:
It's fascinating how so many of these photos resemble those in my own family albums (furniture, clothing, hair, poses, etc.) that I'm afraid one day I might open this blog and see myself up there!!!
Even without the witty comments, I LOVE looking at these pictures.
Keep them coming!!!
I'm glad you enjoy these. I also have a deep affection for the subjects in most of them in spite of my snarky sense of humor. Life was so different...
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