Christmas 1989
This year isn't any more memorable over another. I just happen to have photos from the time.
They (i.e. the photos) start with a busted knee.
Earlier that fall I had torn some cartilage in my knee from skateboarding (woohoo! learned how to "rock-n-roll"). Sometime in December they cut the torn piece out and left me as you see above.
Hmmm. Now that I look at the picture closer, I notice the worn spot beneath the table between the chair I'm in and the couch. I seem to remember one of the dogs (or any of them) used to sleep there, though not relevant to the current topic.
Not completely relevant, but while on the topic of dogs, we used to have two Christmas trees. One was the main tree, as you see here.
It was set up in our living room and had most of the decorations and presents. For a while we used to set up my Dad's old Lionel train set next to it. It was kind of crazy considering the train set was 30 years (or more) old.
The second tree was called the dog tree. At some point my sister and I started picking out and cutting down these "Charlie Brown trees" that we set up in the family room and called the dog tree.
Obviously smaller and containing less gifts, I think my sister and I originally really considered it a tree for gifts for our dogs. The reality was we never went in the living room except for Christmas morning. It was nice to have something more Christmas-like in the family room where we all spent most of our time.
In addition to two trees, another tradition was parties. Thinking back, it seems like my parents had all kinds of parties. In reality it was probably every other year or something. Either way there was a party in 1989. I remember all the adults would come over and do their thing, while we kids ran about the house avoiding them. I really have no idea what they (the adults) did, and can hardly remember what we did (except for the time the Bolen's had a party and we got in trouble). Luckily someone got a picture of the 1989 party.
I still don't know what they're doing or even who some of them are, but I do see my Dad with a video camera (somehow I doubt he's filming two chicks). What I do remember is my Dad renting (or borrowing) these VHS cameras and playing film maker at various parties. As a side note, I should try and You Tube some of those.
Would anyone have ever thought, one day they could stand there with their cell phone and do the same thing?
In nearly twenty years times have seriously changed.
Maybe not exactly Christmas, but definitely the same roll of film was this picture taken.
That's our pool - frozen enough for my sister, my Dad and myself to stand on.
Right now my pool is slush. The cover surface water gets cold enough to freeze nowadays, but the water in the pool hardly freezes. The ground around it just doesn't maintain that kind of cold anymore.
At least tightly cuffed pants are no longer cool.
- b
They (i.e. the photos) start with a busted knee.
Earlier that fall I had torn some cartilage in my knee from skateboarding (woohoo! learned how to "rock-n-roll"). Sometime in December they cut the torn piece out and left me as you see above.Hmmm. Now that I look at the picture closer, I notice the worn spot beneath the table between the chair I'm in and the couch. I seem to remember one of the dogs (or any of them) used to sleep there, though not relevant to the current topic.
Not completely relevant, but while on the topic of dogs, we used to have two Christmas trees. One was the main tree, as you see here.
It was set up in our living room and had most of the decorations and presents. For a while we used to set up my Dad's old Lionel train set next to it. It was kind of crazy considering the train set was 30 years (or more) old.The second tree was called the dog tree. At some point my sister and I started picking out and cutting down these "Charlie Brown trees" that we set up in the family room and called the dog tree.
Obviously smaller and containing less gifts, I think my sister and I originally really considered it a tree for gifts for our dogs. The reality was we never went in the living room except for Christmas morning. It was nice to have something more Christmas-like in the family room where we all spent most of our time.In addition to two trees, another tradition was parties. Thinking back, it seems like my parents had all kinds of parties. In reality it was probably every other year or something. Either way there was a party in 1989. I remember all the adults would come over and do their thing, while we kids ran about the house avoiding them. I really have no idea what they (the adults) did, and can hardly remember what we did (except for the time the Bolen's had a party and we got in trouble). Luckily someone got a picture of the 1989 party.
I still don't know what they're doing or even who some of them are, but I do see my Dad with a video camera (somehow I doubt he's filming two chicks). What I do remember is my Dad renting (or borrowing) these VHS cameras and playing film maker at various parties. As a side note, I should try and You Tube some of those.Would anyone have ever thought, one day they could stand there with their cell phone and do the same thing?
In nearly twenty years times have seriously changed.
Maybe not exactly Christmas, but definitely the same roll of film was this picture taken.
That's our pool - frozen enough for my sister, my Dad and myself to stand on.Right now my pool is slush. The cover surface water gets cold enough to freeze nowadays, but the water in the pool hardly freezes. The ground around it just doesn't maintain that kind of cold anymore.
At least tightly cuffed pants are no longer cool.
- b
posted by JenBob at
9:30 PM
2 Comments:
The tight cuffs are for riding bikes, so you pants don't get dirty with chain grease, or worse get stuck in the wheel. I roll mine on sided when coasting from my locker to the office.
Tight cuffs in 1989 were for style, though there may have been some skateboard functionality in it.
They may have kept your pant legs from whipping back and forth between your ankles while busting out kick-flips.
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