Vintage Family Photos Remind us of a Simpler Time
This is the house I grew up in. It’s located in what used to be a small town, a tiny suburb of Saint Charles, Missouri. You might know it’s larger next door neighbor, Saint Louis, much better. That tends to work for me when I tell people where I’m from. I just say Saint Louis instead.
Simple. How I like things.
The boy in the gigantic diaper is me, the young girl is my older sister. I wrestled a LONG time with the question as to whether that was a gigantic diaper or 70s era white shorts, and I put forth a guess that since I was around 3.5 years old at the time of the photo chanced are its a diaper. I am usually running late with most things.
I went back to visit that house around 7-8 years ago. I wish I had thought to have taken a camera. It was so much smaller than I remembered. And the trees were enormous. HUGE. Didn’t even feel like the same neighborhood.
Dad was gone, though he had left when I was ten so it felt like longer. Mom is in Arkansas, my sister in Maryland and me in Ohio. My sister and I never speak. Relationship decimated by a lot of personal strain over the years.
I think that’s what’s drawn me to scanning some of these old photographs in. They remind me of better days that maybe with a bit of effort, and some luck, could swing around again. Maybe it is just that simple.
How I like things. ~shared by @blogzilly