The first two pics are my cousins, Chris and Jenny, and my dad. Oh and me, the blonde, looking a little pot-bellied. Dad and Chris look cute. Well everyone can't be good-looking. Some of us have to have the brains! Tante Deverle in her analness (I mean that in the most loving way) had labeled all the photos with dates. This was Sept 1977. Jenny and I were about 15 mos old.
Next, Carrie's entered the world! Somehow, this feels like our family. Mom has a rather droll look on her face. Maybe she's wondering what she's gotten herself into. Carrie's looking harmless but probably has a bad thought in her mind. I'm in La-La land and dad's intent on something else. Notice Carrie & I both are holding noisemakers. Definitely not an precursor for parental happiness. Sorry mom and dad. Jan 1980. Carrie 9 mos, me 3 yrs. Parents: aging!
I think this is probably my birthday (or right around). It said June 1981, which would mean I was 5 and Carrie just over 2. I wonder if that's right. I think we look very mature and well-behaved for our ages.
I was a horsewoman fashionista in my clog sandals. I loved horses until two crazy incidents when I was about 10 at triangle-Y camp when my horse took a short cut down a cliff and then another horse took a tree too close, and I was hanging off the back. (Did not fall. I am that talented. Thank god I had strong legs even then.) Age 6, just turned.
Finally, what happened to the swimming career that could have been? Goggles and looking hot...
Sadly, none of the pictures included Molly... :(