The other night I dragged out my first grade class photo and forced everyone to look at it (“everyone” in that case being Tom, Tim, Rhonda, Lindsey, and Kathy S, as opposed to the “everyone” who comprises my readership here on LJ–your turn!).
Tim noted that the way we’re posed, we all look like we’re handcuffed. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that we all actually were handcuffed. In the old days (thirtyish years ago!), they didn’t coddle six-year-olds.
The next year, there would be no class photo, because that would have brought our work to a halt at the munitions factory.
I KID!
It was a cannery.
I think that they did that so the boys wouldn’t do that ‘fig leaf’ thing they always do. Which one are you? At least one of the girls has a Caril Ann Fugate thing going on … I’m hoping it’s not you.
I had to look up Caril Ann Fugate, and now I don’t know which girl you mean. Is it the one on the third row, second from left?
nope, and I ain’t saying till I know where you are
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAD TO LOOK UP CARIL ANN FUGATE?!
I don’t thrive on stories of death and destruction. I live in a land of joy and joyness and unicorns.
I can’t believe you don’t know which one is me.
2nd row on the left? She has a becky-esque quality…like instead of studying she’d rather be sewing
abd hey, Caril says she was innocent. Charlie said she should be sitting in his lap when he went to the chair.
The 2nd row on the left was one I thought could be a potential Becky. Another one was in the back row.
Too bad we can’t embiggen it to see better. (Or is that just my eyesight going?)
Back in the olden days they didn’t have embiggenment. That’s why the people are so small.
You said it on the Internet, so it must be true.
(P.S. I would have recognized the name “Charles Starkweather,” however, because of Bruce Springsteen’s Nebraska album.)
well now you know who the girl he’s singing about … by the by, Caril was paroled in the 70’s and became a church going woman.
The arrow pointing to you is missing. 😉
In the old days (thirtyish years ago!), they didn’t coddle six-year-olds.
Ha ha. At least you weren’t born in the black and white days. I’m not sure when my daughter thinks the world magically turned colour, but it was obviously well after I was born. (Although that picture looks a bit sepia; maybe it was the transitional stage.)
Along those same lines, my Grampa served at Pearl Harbor and had tons of pictures of the aftermath all in black and white. It wasn’t until I saw PEARL HARBOR that it him me “OMG! He saw all this happening in COLOR!” I don’t know which is sadder, that it never occurred to me till then, or that I sat through the whole movie.
Last night, when Jeff and I were at our weekly mom/son dinner, some little kid in the booth behind Jeff said to his dad: “What’s a VCR?”
It’s official. I’m a million and thirty-five.
Well, we didn’t know what a VCR was at his age, either.
HA HA–so true!
I had to have an 8 track converter to play cassette tapes in my car …
Our bread used to be delivered by a horse and cart.
Truly.
YOU WIN! LOL, that’s great.
And our milk was delivered in billy cans …
I could go on and on (oh, the good old days) but it would become tiresome, and devlop into a Four Yorkshiremen situation. (This is a clip, featuring my favourite actor Alan Rickman, paying homage to the original scenario by Monty Python, I think.)
Now I’m feeling “highly skeptical.” Hilarious.
I’m the first child on the second row (first row of bleachers) wearing a whitish dress and dark sweater.
I don’t know why it’s in sepia. My individual photo is color:
and there are color photos of me as a youngster, including 8mm film, but my parents shot only black-and-white during most of my early years. We didn’t have a color television until I was a teenager.
Dude that was my guess! The second row on the left!
You are right. I don’t know how I missed that. So I deleted my denial.
We had coloured photos when I was about 12, but not for school photos. Just the hideous black and white mug shots, I’m afraid, where every freckle stood out in stark relief.
Colour TV came after I was married.
I love watching the old American TV sit-coms set in the sixties now, where there were modern applicances that we here in Australia didn’t get until much later. They were so exotic. ;D
Now I’m trying to recall when my mother got her first clothes dryer. I know the first one I remember–the color of all her appliances was “Coppertone,” and those are the first ones I remember including a dryer–I’d have been around eleven, I think.
I also remember her keeping clothes damp in bags in the refrigerator until she could iron them. And when she ironed, she had a Coke bottle with a little plastic top with holes in it to sprinkle water on the fabric while she was ironing–must have been before steam irons?
Little Fugate is first row on the left, bored with it all — hands already cuffed.
If that’s you, did they seal your juvie record? Get out early like Caril?
Whew–that’s not me, if you mean the one in the white sweater, dark shirt, and polka-dotted skirt. Tim likes her shoes, though.
thats her – and she does have killer shoes …
HA HA HA HA HA
LOL.
I’m pretty proud of that one.
I’ve got to dig up some of my old school pics and post them. For some reason, my mom liked to dress me like a cowboy.
Funny, that’s how my mom dressed my sister. KIDDING. It was my sister’s choice.
It’s interesting you should post this photo now. Over the past two days, I scanned the school photos of myself and one of brother’s, including the class photos. However, the photos of the whole class were collages of single photos instead of having a group of kids standing together.
I like the group photos–though I remember only one other child from that entire class.
Oh, yeah! I was absolutely astonished looking at those collages because I had forgotten that I had been in classes with some of my high school classmates. Then there were so many that I didn’t remember at all.
Little Caril?
No, she’s on the last row, second from right. Her name is Rebecca, and sometimes we got to go to each other’s houses for lunch.
Becks and Rebecky?
You know, many Rebeccas get cranky at the weirdizations of their name. She might find this and make you eat the snack I remember us eating at her house–mayo on crackers. Wouldn’t like that, would you?
It depends … Dukes mayo or Lillian Hellman’s mayo – there is a difference …
at first, I read mayo on crayons … YIKES!
We never did class pictures at my elementary school.
I believe this is the only one I have like this until senior year.
Where’s the big X marking little Becky? I guess back row, first on the left . . .
But yes, mine are just as serious, although you can see the hands . . . 🙂
Nope, second row, first one on the left (whitish dress, dark sweater, saddle shoes).
Why were we all such solemn children? Or did our mothers threaten our lives on picture day?
Your teacher looks formidable, to say the least!
I know! But she was actually the sweetest old lady in the world. I adored her.
I crack you up? You crack me up!
Where’s the big doofy kid that’s supposed to be standing smack in the middle of the back row? You know, the one that shot up twice as fast as everyone else, the one who looks like Gulliver amongst the Lilliputians. Was he or she out sick the day the photo was taken?
Nah, that’s him on the far left. The one everyone thinks is Mrs. Griffin. He liked wearing dresses.
I am so glad I came back to read this … because this made me LOL… big time
Go boy!