I found a plastic bag with several hundred pictures in it last night. Well, found is a bad word, because once I found it I remembered I had it. Let's just say it was forgotten.
In this bag of various eras of photos, I found two boxes of slides. Most of the photos were unremarkable landscape photos (as my dad was wont to take), but I did find a few gems in here.
First, a picture of our Christmas tree in 1974. I was our last Christmas in this house.
Next, a photo of me and my brother (he's the one with all the curly hair) and our three new step-brothers. This was taken on the occasion of our dad's wedding to their mom (now my wonderful step-mother, Jan). Circa 1975. I didn't have to tell you that, eh? I had a GunneSax brand dress with zippers on the sleeves. I remember how badly I wanted this dress and how I pleaded to have it. So happy now that my dad caved in on that request (smirk).
And my personal favorite, because it is from an era when I have almost no pictures of me. It was taken in the summer of '74. We were traveling from Wisconsin to Colorado to check out the school my brother has chosen for college. Colorado State in Fort Collins. We stopped at my Aunt and Uncle's farm in Nebraska. I got to ride their horse, Peanut. I was 12 years old. I only remember that the horse's name was Peanut because my dad did an awesome job of labeling every slide. In numberical order with the date. This was slide #1381, one of his last. Unfortunately, he switched to a Polaroid shortly after this (the kind that shot out the photo and you watched it develop). I have many photos of this ilk, all of very poor quality. They need to be scanned soon. They won't keep like all these slides will.
