Choo-choo!

As I've said before, the problem with grabbing this first batch of slides is that most of them pre-date the births of my brother and sister. As a result, it's going to seem like I'm just here to post pictures of myself being cute as a kid. I swear I'm trying to put up stuff that isn't all about me.

Today, though, I can't help it, since the box of slides I scanned tonight contained nothing but pictures of me. These are from, I would guess, Easter 1975. I look like I'm ready to conduct a train.

1976

I think that this must be our neighbor Tim B, since he's the only guy I know who had horses in the neighborhood. This slide was processed in December 1976, but I would guess that it's taken a few months earlier than that, based on lack of snow.

Below, a few shots of the house, also from 1976.

The kitchen. Note the slate painting on the wall. I can remember many spider plants like the one on the right from growing up. The natural light coming in is from the glass door that led to the back yard off of the kitchen, before the addition. I think the hutch is still in the house, but painted blue.

The living room.
My bedroom. My mother painted the Winnie the Pooh murals on the walls. Sadly, they no longer exist. I like the Winnie the Pooh doll leaning up against the Winnie the Pooh wall painting.

More Jessica

Here's my mother with Jessica, all bundled up the cold weather of December 1983. Notice the ever-present Figment and the head of the stuffed drumming bear peeking up on the left.

This was taken in the basement living room. Like the paneling?

Below: two more of Jessica from the same day.

There's the edge of a lobster pot, which had a glass top to make a coffee table. The lobster pot is now living outside by the pool shed. Our big old console TV is in the background, where now a 50" plasma sits.

Horsie ride

At 22 months old, I apparently loved horsie rides.

Can you spot: a copy of TV Guide? Extra points if you can figure out which issue it is and who's on the cover.

Cousins

Here's my cousin Emily and I. She lives in Georgia now.

I'd like to point out how my outfit matches the pillow matches the wallpaper. I guess I was a big proponent of coordination, which may explain why I wear nothing but shades of grey now.

My father and I

I've recently pulled several boxes of slides from the basement of my parents' house and purchased a new scanner with the ability to scan slides.

In this slide: my father and I in September of 1974. I was eight months old. My father is wearing his West Side Air Conditioning uniform.