Sixth Memorial
I just found out this week that last year, I scanned pictures from the wrong photo album. I skipped "Crissy 5" and went right to "Crissy 6". In my defense, the marker is rubbing off these now 25 year old albums, and it's hard to tell. But for what it's worth, these pictures take place chronologically before these photos.
Nona, my great-grandmother (my father's mother's mother), Grandma Rose (Dad's mom), Grandma Terry (mom's mom), and Guate (Grandma Terry's sister.)
Another party in the basement--my third birthday, maybe? Fourth? I forget.
And thus began my lifelong love affair with the printed word.
Grandma with her two loves.
Looking at these photos, I'm actually surprised I didn't get into the Lolita fashion scene more heavily. That's Grandma and my mom's cousin Robert in the background. I think Grandma and Grandpa gave me that see-saw as a birthday gift. I wonder what happened to it?
Okay, so I'm a bit of a Grandpa's girl, too.
Me, Grandma, and Grandpa, with their other child, my uncle Steve.
Is that...is that Butterscotch I'm holding? I think I may have missed this one when I was scanning all of my My Little Pony pictures.
Whatever birthday that last one is, this is the next one. So let's say this is my fourth birthday.
WOW I look chubby in this picture. WTF?
Grandpa always looks as if he's planning on, or just finished, murdering someone.
Helping Grandma and Grandpa blow out the candles on their shared birthday cake. I think I used this photo as a reference on one of my earliest Sailor Moon drawings. (Beware: Bad Art Ahead.)
Sailor...Grandma? Suddenly so much is clear.
Grandma would KIIILL MEEE if she knew I was posting this photo--I'm surprised she let it be taken at all, with no makeup on, her hair not done, and her in her robe. But I think she did because this was her happy place.
Pictured: Enough food to feed the Israeli army. Not Pictured: The all of FIVE PEOPLE who were supposed to eat it. (One of which was me, and I'm barely big enough to count as a person!)
Easter again. I vacillated wildly between being dressed as a dainty little doll, and being shoved in overalls and thrown outside to get as dirty as I liked. Again, the dichotomy of my personality makes a lot more sense now.
Nona, my great-grandmother (my father's mother's mother), Grandma Rose (Dad's mom), Grandma Terry (mom's mom), and Guate (Grandma Terry's sister.)
Another party in the basement--my third birthday, maybe? Fourth? I forget.
And thus began my lifelong love affair with the printed word.
Grandma with her two loves.
Looking at these photos, I'm actually surprised I didn't get into the Lolita fashion scene more heavily. That's Grandma and my mom's cousin Robert in the background. I think Grandma and Grandpa gave me that see-saw as a birthday gift. I wonder what happened to it?
Okay, so I'm a bit of a Grandpa's girl, too.
Me, Grandma, and Grandpa, with their other child, my uncle Steve.
Is that...is that Butterscotch I'm holding? I think I may have missed this one when I was scanning all of my My Little Pony pictures.
Whatever birthday that last one is, this is the next one. So let's say this is my fourth birthday.
WOW I look chubby in this picture. WTF?
Grandpa always looks as if he's planning on, or just finished, murdering someone.
Helping Grandma and Grandpa blow out the candles on their shared birthday cake. I think I used this photo as a reference on one of my earliest Sailor Moon drawings. (Beware: Bad Art Ahead.)
Sailor...Grandma? Suddenly so much is clear.
Grandma would KIIILL MEEE if she knew I was posting this photo--I'm surprised she let it be taken at all, with no makeup on, her hair not done, and her in her robe. But I think she did because this was her happy place.
Pictured: Enough food to feed the Israeli army. Not Pictured: The all of FIVE PEOPLE who were supposed to eat it. (One of which was me, and I'm barely big enough to count as a person!)
Easter again. I vacillated wildly between being dressed as a dainty little doll, and being shoved in overalls and thrown outside to get as dirty as I liked. Again, the dichotomy of my personality makes a lot more sense now.