I don’t usually do the Throwback Thing, but I stumbled across an old photo and I am trying to get back into a habit of blogging, just a little. So here ya go. It’s my grandparents’ house, not in its current magazine centerfold glory, but as I will always remember it.
I still haven’t gotten over the loss of the red shag carpet, and I hope to see that rocker in heaven. And is that a Fisher Price Little Person I spy on the floor, just in front of Grandpa? A tiny cylindrical guy with a bald head and a green torso? I secretly despise the new-fangled plastic Little People with all their fancy details. Ugh. Where’s the imagination in that?
It’s hard to tell when he’s seated but Grandpa is a big guy, so big that his nickname was Harry Gorilla. The other people in the pic are Mom, me (age 6), and my next two sisters. That may be a peek of Molly the Old English Sheepdog in the lower right. She will always be Grandpa and Grandma’s dog in my heart.