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Another old picture

If you think I was cute in that last picture, here’s an even better one: me and my mother in 1957.

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Notice: no beard yet.

I love the pearls. Very Jackie.

Comments

  1. says

    Very Jackie.

    Actually, pretty pre-Jackie. Most people didn’t know who Jacqueline Kennedy was back in 1957 unless they were the kind of political junkie who paid attention to her husband’s career as a freshman senator from Massachusetts and his vice-presidential boomlet at the 1956 Democratic convention. Your mother was a pacesetter, PZ.

  2. Crip Dyke, Right Reverend Feminist FuckToy of Death & Her Handmaiden says

    This is damn cute.

    All except the Edwardian wallpaper. I’ve never been a fan of wall paper, but the old Edwardian wallpaper always turned me off.

    Apparently before I make my photo album of cute pictures of people I don’t really know, I’m gonna have to photoshop in some high-saturation, brilliant purple wall paint.

    But y’know what I like best about this photo? PZ’s mum could be one of 5 or 6 of my friends. Seriously. Awesome.

  3. carlie says

    I love that look of concentration that babies have when looking at people like that – you can tell that inside baby PZ’s head was “Learn this face. This is an important face. Keep eye contact with this face.”

  4. Abraham Van Helsing says

    We’re glad you made it from burping to blogging, P.Z. What’s that? You still do the burping thing? Yeah, me too….

  5. rq says

    … As long as the burping doesn’t occur all over the blogging. :P
    You were so small and cute, PZ. Whatever happened?

  6. says

    I don’t know where the photo was taken. It was either at my grandparents’ house, in which case the old wall paper has been painted over. Or it could be at the little apartment my parents lived in at the corner of 2nd & Titus in Kent, in which case it was demolished to make a church parking lot. Either way, it’s gone.

  7. jacksprocket says

    Lovely, but here’s one way times have changed for the better: many mothers today would still be breastfeeding a baby that age. Besides the immunity boost, those glass feeder bottles were lethal, I remember one getting broken into my sister’s pram, and mum having to pick out the baby from the shards before any damage was done.

  8. blf says

    Those are not pearls. There are Krackenite gems to keep the evil poopyhead at bay. Note the tentacle, horns, claws, and other notable features are hidden, and poopyhead has shapeshifted.

    Not sure what he’s shapeshifted into, the wooden chair? The watch? The mysterious and foreboding dark blob on top of the possibly-poopyhead refrigerator?

  9. JohnnieCanuck says

    blf, even you have been deceived. That, to my mind is a heater, possibly oil-fired.

  10. arakasi says

    Of course she’s smiling. Otherwise, it’s the cornfield.

    It’s a good day

  11. carlie says

    I think she had probably just turned 18.

    My mom had me at 19; every age I turn that matches one of our milestones, I realize how terrifying it had to be for her to be dealing with parenting at that age (“I’m the same age my mom was when I graduated! I’m the same age my mom was when I got married! But I’m not old enough to have a kid who is getting married!” etc.)

  12. chakolate says

    “Very Jackie.”

    “Actually, pretty pre-Jackie.”

    Actually, very Mamie.

  13. says

    #23, Carlie:

    Another photo I found here was of my grandparents, on their 25th wedding anniversary. I even vaguely remember the event.

    And then it sunk in that I’ve been married for 34 years. I’m older now than my grandparents were then. Now that was a weird feeling.

  14. says

    It was a very strange feeling when my Dad died at 88, and I realised that I was then the age he was when he had me (i.e. 44).