School Photos
I was recently in an office where the person I was speaking with had her office decorated with photos of family members and friends, but she had an entire area of school photos of children of her friends. The photos showed all these all American kids and they all looked so normal. The underlying reality is that many of the kids in the photos are probably monsters, or will turn out to be monsters when they get a little older. Just think of how messed up the kid in the photo above is today.
Parental pride is sometimes grotesque. I remember one woman that ordered tons of her kids school photos and she literally passed them out to everyone she knew. She passed them out like Gideon Bibles; they were everywhere and watch out if you didn’t post it in a conspicuous area for all to see when she came to visit.
I presently have one photo of someone’s’ kid on my fridge. It is of my niece who lives in Paris. I know we don’t have to display it since they probably won’t come around for another year or so, but it’s really OK by me. However I would have to start drawing a like if a second photo were to appear there.
posted by The Guy Who Writes This at 4:00 AM
14 Comments:
You’re such curmudgeon! That child might have grown up to be a brilliant scholar, saint (?) or someone who will save the world from its current mess!
(Maybe.)
Beth, that was me in 1965, and you know how I turned out.
Never did like school photos of myself. Didn't like most pictures of myself at a young age, in fact.
Hated them so much, in high school I took the opportunity of my parents and brother being away for a week to destroy all of the pictures of me that were in storage. Only leaving a couple portrait ones that were on the wall, because I knew it would be obvious if those disappeared.
After my wife quit "working" to stay home with the foster kids, she took up both digital scrapbooking and digital photography. In the last 3 years she has taken 7,000-8,000 pictures of our kids. They are all stored on two 80 gig hard drives. Would you like some? You're gonna need a bigger fridge, I think. And you'll have to supply your own magnets.
P.S. I knew from the tongue in cheek description who that strapping young lad was. Turned into a pillar of the community, he did.
Just photoshop in ear rings, tongue piercing, lip piercing, tatoos and all the rest and it's the spitting image of the Guy we all know and love!
:-0
Walt if you did that sort of thing today you'd be sent off for therapy.
Darev, perhaps a pillar of salt is what I'll become.
Gearhead, I forget that you are one of the few readers that have actually seen me. That's right folks, I look like Keith Richards.
Thankfully the camera was still a year or two away when I was in school & the portrait painters were too costly.
Just looked back a bit & I'm confused; wouldn't something 1st need to be created in order to evolve? But if nothing is yet evolved from nothingness, what's used to create stuff? Perhaps this is all a figment of our imaginations, if they've even been created or evolved yet. If nothing plus nothing is nothing, then does anything exist? Think I'll see if my single-malt exists or just appears to have been created, or did it evolve from the distillery? This line of thinking has evolved into a headache inna Injun noggin!
Hey, they had "color" photos way back then? I was expecting something that was chiseled on a stone tablet or something for an old school pic of The Guy.
(ha..Auntie)
you're a cutie, Guy.
Mike, I need to develop that habit.
Auntie, Bitch!
Weese, Thanks, Darlin, and if I might say unlike me, you've remained a cutie, but you've never explained your wedding hat...exotic.
Now THAT is the Guy that I know and love. And what? I missed Weese's wedding hat? WTF?
Guy, you'd consider yourself blessed if I actually sent you photos of my three angels (what is your address anyway?). But for good measure, you can also post pix of my three dogs, two cats and one bunny as well!
Auntie, it was some sort of a fez thing.
Mo3, sorry Darlin, you'll have to catch me in person, which you may already know is difficult.
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