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Inseparable

Wednesday, June 4th, 2008

Class Inseparables
Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

Okay, this is pretty much make fun of Jason’s hair in high school week, although this picture obviously reams Owen even more. Seeing the quad makes me want to eat . . .well, a pb & J, even though I never actually ate much in high school. Maybe just a warm coca cola.

Again, great picture that captured a particular space and time – That year or so where things changed so much, all exemplified by Owen’s Metallica soccer hair to Jason’s Green shirt.

Did I mention that this was their picture for Senior Superlatives? Yep, there is nothing like telling two 18-year-olds that everyone has noticed how freakishly attached at the hip they are; great for those budding manhoods. Pun intended.

More to come, as this is the hardest I’ve laughed in weeks.

A Long Time Comin’

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

This photo has quite a history. It was taken on Spring Break in 1990. It has so much going for it – people who normally wouldn’t have been photographed together, late 80s frames, the Dead Milkmen shirt, what appears to be Cheese Whiz in the foreground, and the requisite can of the beast. (Note to friends of the family who will understand – cheapskate Cecil just bought two cases of the Beast for the lakehouse. i am not kidding.) Did I mention that J. is smoking? Peals of high-pitched cackles are ringing throughout my house as a i write this.

There are only two copies in existence – Held by two different people for posterity; they shall remain anonymous to protect their identities. The photo has remained in archival storage, protected from dust, sun, and fingerprints. Until now, thanks to the power of these here internets, where it can be displayed for all to see*.

The photo has been in the middle of a blackmail battle for going on 18 years now. But i have decided that i can’t live in the shadows anymore, that i must bury the hatchet, and raise my head high, and admit that, yes, there is in existence a surely-frightening photograph of myself and one other unlucky lady, naked and flailing, ready to show the world just how drunk and ridiculous one can get. If that photo comes to light, so be it. However, methinks that someone has been bluffing about it’s existence for nigh on 18 years now. I’m too tired to hide anymore. If it is there, let it come to light.

The gauntlet has been thrown.

*Only about five people in the world care about this photo’s existence, or find it in any way funny at all. This post is for them. The rest of you just tune in next time.

Old Photo Day

Thursday, May 29th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

In case you haven’t noticed, I heart old photos. This is one that I found in my mom’s family photos. Based on the photos it was found with, I’m pretty sure it is a picture of one or more of the Stevens family. Frankly, it really bums me out that I don’t know who it is, because I love their faces and the fact that they aren’t all posed like people usually are in pictures from this era. I love the casual look of the subjects, like they’re just out loping the roads on a Saturday afternoon. I love that the young kid (boy? girl?) is in the driver’s seat. I love that the woman in the middle is obviously the matriarch of the family, lording over the others with her beads and her hat. I like that dark-haired woman in the back, looking out of the corner of her eye, and looking like the wicked witch of the west. I wonder what kind of car it is. Mostly, I wonder if one of them is my Grandma Vivian’s mother, who grew up near Sanford, NC, and died when grandma was just a teenager in Slidell, LA. And I wonder who the rest of them are, and if they were as fun as my Grandma and Aunt Dot.

Most of all, I wish Grandma was sitting here next to me, drink in one hand, cigarette in the other, to look over my shoulder, tell me who they all are, and then tell me a gut-busting story about one of them.

Fast Friends

Saturday, May 24th, 2008

Fast Friends
Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

My sister is pregnant and is in the ‘get the baby out” stage, or maybe it is the “I think i changed my mind. I don’t really want to have this baby” stage. Either way, i was thinking that after bombarding her labor stories, which can be kind of scary, I would write about a good/fond memory of labor/childbirth/the aftermath.

With Rollie, my best memories are:
When I first had him, they had the specialists to come in and suction him, since he was not breathing well, and then they let me hold him for a second before taking him to the transitional nursery. I had him for maybe ten seconds, not enough to even take it all in, but my mom was in the room by that point, and she got to see me hold him for the first time. And I got to see her face when I told her that he was named for her father and brother. Now that I have kids, that means more to me than I thought; I can only imagine that looking down at one of my kids and seeing them holding their newborn will really do a number on me, and even if Mom is not around anymore, that memory will be pretty special, and really she will be there, because I will undoubtedly think of her standing down looking at me, her first baby, holding my first baby.

The day I brought him home from the hospital was humid and rainy, but when we pulled into the drive, I got out, and carried Rollie in his carrier onto the porch. my mom came out and while Todd unloaded some stuff, Mom and i stood on the porch with the baby, and we looked up, and the rain had stopped, the sun poked through, and we saw the biggest, most beautiful rainbow ever.

Introducing Rollie to Quint (the dog). I sat on the bottom stair and had Rollie in my arms and we let Quint in and he bounded over to see me, and nuzzled Rollie gently, smelling him. And then Rollie let out a big cooing/crying sound and Quint jumped straight up in the air like a cat, and ran and hid behind the couch.

The first time Lisa changed Rollie’s diaper, he peed in her face. That image never gets old.

Tiller:
Having a great labor experience and her coming into the world almost on the dot of midnight, and being healthy, and getting to hold her and have Todd there, and they didn’t take her away from me and it was just wonderful.

McDonald’s, rather than crappy hospital food, after her birth. It was one of the best meals i have ever eaten. The second time around, i knew that I could get takeout menus from the nurses station, and I knew to send baby to the nursery while i ate and not freak out about it, and pretty much the whole hospital experience was like a vacay.

Rollie came to the hospital to meet Tiller and he was totally unimpressed with her – all he wanted was my milkshake, so he climbed up in the hospital bed with me, and we shared my milkshake and watched cartoons, and I was so relieved, because I realized that my heart really did have enough room for two.

We had Tiller on a Saturday, but had gone into the hospital on a friday afternoon, and so the first day she was in the world, we sat around in the room and had football to watch all day! It was awesome, and i loved watching Todd, his dad, Rollie, and Tiller sitting in my hospital room and watching football together. I loved watching UGA beat the vols that afternoon, with Tiller in my arms asleep.

My Dad falling asleep in the room, with Tiller in his arms.

A Fave

Saturday, May 24th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

I love this picture. That’s me, on the left, not Tiller! Pop is holding me, then Aunt Lessie, and Grandma on the end. Oh, and mess o’ fish.

Aunt Lessie always dressed up, even for fishing. You shoulda seen her getup when she went to the pool with me in Roswell, and went off the diving board. She was in her 70s! Wearing an old-school swimcap with plastic flowers on it. Grandma? She liked to rock the cat’s eye glasses.

Tucker Day

Monday, May 19th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

So, it has been over a week since we attended the Tucker Day parade. Todd ran the 5k, and I took the kids to the pancake breakfast benefiting the Tucker High school. (We ate in the cafeteria, which was strange.)

Afterwards, we walked over to Main St. to view the parade. The thing that I loved most about the parade was how small-town it seemed; It reminded me so much of the Alpharetta parade i used to attend (and even participated in as a kid), back when Alpharetta was country and southern, down to the tractors in the parade.

Now, the funny thing about the tractors is that when they started coming towards us, I laughed out loud at the joy in seeing them. So old-school! So reminded me of childhood! But Todd? He was watching the parade in a different location with friends of ours, one of whom is Dutch. He didn’t get the tractor thing at all. And how can you possibly explain to outsiders why they are riding tractors in the parade? It’s just how it is done.

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And above, my favorite pictures of my cousins and sister, sitting on Main Street in Alpharetta, c. 1978, drinking cokes on the hood of mom’s wagon, waiting for me to appear in this bitching ensemble:

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Barbie Beach

Friday, March 21st, 2008

Barbie Beach
Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

This one’s for Dorothy. . . I give you Barbie Beach:

Haunting

Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

The New York Times contains an article today about photographs donated to the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. The photos seem benign enough; they look pretty much like the photographs in my Grandfather’s albums from the 30s and 40s, pictures like the one below, pictures of him and his family and friends frolicking.
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The photos are so similar in appearance, but yet so different: The photos are pictures of Nazis at Aushchwitz prior to the liberation of the concentration camps. There are pictures of soldiers and nurses relaxing in lounge chairs, listening to music and singing along to someone playing an accordion, and eating blueberries. There is even a picture of a group of them, and one woman is holding a baby lovingly.

The horror of the photographs to me is not the unspoken subtext of torture and death that took place on the same day and in the same location these photos were taken. The haunting and horrific facet of the photos is that these are not the faces of evil I imagined. These people look so normal, so happy, so carefree, and so similar to you and me.