Wonder what they'll say about us...
I'm at my parents' house and my dad unearthed some books from his treasure pit. One is a refrigeration manual from the 1950s, which is a whole other story in and of itself. But he also got out some old high school yearbooks - one from 1951 when he was a sophomore, and another from 1955 when my mom was a freshman. It's pretty funny to look through them.
But what gets me the most is how old these people look in the photos. It's like they're middle aged already and they were just in their teens. I'm sure the black horn rimmed glasses and secretarial hairdo's don't help matters much.
Can't wait to see what our kids and grandkids have to say about my old yearbooks - 1992 when mall hair was at its finest. Boo-yeah. :)
But what gets me the most is how old these people look in the photos. It's like they're middle aged already and they were just in their teens. I'm sure the black horn rimmed glasses and secretarial hairdo's don't help matters much.
Can't wait to see what our kids and grandkids have to say about my old yearbooks - 1992 when mall hair was at its finest. Boo-yeah. :)