So this morning before church, I was digging through my crawl space, searching for a particular photo album, which I happen to know contains a particular photo of me and Grandpa Doc circa 1981-ish. I was then going to subject you all to a very poignant post about my grandfathers and my father and what a great influence they've had on my life, etc. I never found that album.
Instead I opened a box and saw some photos I had completely forgotten about. It was a virtual treasure trove of bad snapshots from Jr. High & High School that I didn't even remember existed.
So instead of continuing my search for the pictures I wanted to find, I decided to spend the afternoon after church scanning in some of these hilarious and humiliating reminders of all the big hair and bad fashion. There's much too much here for one post, so I've properly categorized these and will do several posts.
These are by no means the only photos I have of my adolescent years. These were, however, some that I hadn't seen in about a decade, so looking at them has made me cringe and laugh at the same time.
So to all the friends I've known for at least a dozen years, beware. You'll probably pop up in here somewhere. To everyone else. Enjoy the trip back in time.





Sidebar, notice in the picture, there is a large vase of pink roses. Those were actually from a different guy. There's a story behind them, I won't get into it now. There are 96 roses in that vase. And yes, if you're reading this, I still have the card in a box of mementos from high school.
That's just me & Jared again.
That's Cody on Matt's lap.
We had a lot of visitors out in Carbon. People just loved to come out and see this beautiful spot in the woods where we lived. On the left are Jim and Linda Garber. And tell me John, did you know this photo existed? That's John's mom and grandmother on the right. (You'll see John in photos in later posts.)
Daddy didn't intend for us to live in the trailer and cabin forever. He had started framing up a big log house back on the property. But then he got the job with Dome Technology that moved him to Idaho (and eventually all over the world.) This is as far as the work ever got on that house.

Daddy poured this bridge across the creek. This is the creek from whence we hauled most of the water.
In January 1997 the family moved to Idaho. Recently while back in Indiana for a weekend, Jesse drove her husband Kelly out to Carbon to look at the old property. The cabin looks so lovely and the entire scene is so picturesque. It's hard to believe we actually lived there with so many people once upon a very long time ago.






8 comments:
Wow.. Good times!
Neat to see the cabin still there.. I've often thought of driving by there when we are up in Brazil but usually it is a race to get the kids back home to Bloomington and in to bed..
And the picture of John's mom and Nana.. that was at Forest Park. I'm thinking it was one of the sunday evening concerts in the park. Another slew of memories there!
I've found some pics myself lately. Need to get a scanner. Nicole is asking for a scanner as well to get some of her old high school blackmail pics onto Facebook. Maybe soon. :)
You're right Corey, the picture of the Garbers and John's family is at Forest Park. I'm sure it was one of the Sunday night band concerts. I guess I just got confused because it was stuck in there with all the "cabin" photos. Thanks!
mmmm.. hot dogs and red hots.. and I still have an hour to go before lunch.
stomach is growing now.
Oh I love this!!! What a great time we had, (And it was even more fun being the Young Cool parents. Now, poor Cody had the "old almost cool" parents. Ha Ha!, I loved how peaceful it was in Carbon. Thanks for the Memories!
(BTW, The girls dared Cody to dress up that time!)
Whatever happened to that property? Did your family sell it or do you still own it? I think about you everytime I drive down the county line!
This trek down memory lane now has me sitting on pins and needles. (Talk about your mixed metaphors) I can’t wait to see what else you recall. I just hope your nostalgia is not contagious. I don’t have time right now to drag out all of my ancient history.
‘S Rioghal Mo Dhream
William E Herrington
were those the plastic roses my brother gave you? Or did someone else do that too?
Yes Beth, the flowers were from your brother.
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