It’s Throw Back Thor’s day #TBT

It’s Throw Back Thor’s Day, and as I looked back through old photos, I was reminded of the pre-digital world I grew up in. Yes, there were cameras, but not everyone had one. Our family didn’t get one until around the time, we shipped out for England in 1955. Before that and even after pic TBT 52-55that, we went to the local portrait studio. These studio trips were always reserved for birthdays and Easter and always required a new outfit. And then there’s the one in the tacky flower girl dress. The ones in color, were hand painted for an extra fee. Color cameras were neither readily available nor affordable to the public til mid to late 50’s. We made do with the old Brownie and actually had an 8mm color movie camera before we got the Kodak color camera,  #TBT

Throw Back Thor’s Day

It’s Throw Back Thor’s Day (Throwback Thursday on Facebook & #TBT on Twitter, I don’t post consistently every Thursday, but on the days when I’m in scanning mode, I take the time.

I started posting because I started scanning all the photos we rescued that the firemen thoroughly doused in putting out the fire that took my home in 2011.  I’m still scanning sporadically.  It was much too overwhelming to do all at once and there are hundreds of them still to go.  I keep going though, hoping to get them all into digital before they’ve faded beyond recall. pic-throwback thors day 7-3-14 pyote

It’s kind of fun to put some of them into PowerPoint framed and prettied up a bit along with a bit of history – my version of scrapbooking.

Having been an Air Force Brat through all of my school years, we moved every three years.  I made and lost more friends than many people will ever have.  I find pictures of past friends and am amazed that I remember their first names.  Fortunately, in 1962 Mom let me buy the school annual for the Pyote Panthers, so I could look up the two fellow brats I’m with in this photo. The Pyote School was an old brick building that contained grades 1-12.  There were 10 seniors and 7 juniors, etc….

Mom had chopped my hair again and I hated it, but beauty shop was not in Mom’s lexicon.  I was into can-cans and circle skirts which made my 22 inch waist look even smaller.  I kept a 23” waist into my 40’s which cost a lot in alterations as nothing off the rack ever  fit me.

So here’s my throw back for this week from Pyote, Texas 1962.

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