Saturday, December 25, 2004
There's nothing I would rather do early Christmas Day than sort through shoeboxes full of old postcards and photographs. Here's one of my favorites of the former....
Front: Nott Memorial at Union College.
Back: [Typewritten]
Dear Mrs. Wellette,
We are now accepting ap-
plications for employment
in this fabulous new
structure which will be
ready for occupancy ?*%$#.
If you are interested in
long hours and small pay,
please contact the Campus
Bookstore not later than
September 3rd.
Mrs. Mookstore Banager
As for the photographs, I found a bunch from eleven or twelve years ago. I'm guessing the premise was Mom wanted to send out those home-made Christmas cards with pictures of the family all dressed nice and happy and normal looking. Fortunately for me, we're all horrible at posing for pictures (and whether that is on purpose or not is very questionable). The bulk of the photos are of me and Rachael wearing kind of matching outfits, standing in front of our Christmas tree. In many of them, Rachael's lovely, angellic baby face is distorted into some crude expression, and in the rest I'm staring straight up at the ceiling (why???) or off in a totally different direction, or my eyes are half closed, or one eye is open while the other is half closed. In my humble opinion they would make the awesomest Christmas cards ever. I decided, after laughing for a very long time at the silliness of it all, and at how frustrated Mom probably was at not getting back a single decent shot of the two of us (I think I was at least trying...), I left them out on the kitchen counter for the rest of the family to find in the morning. I'm glad I could rescue them, at least for a night, from their sad shoebox fate.
Sweet dreams, Reindears.
Front: Nott Memorial at Union College.
Back: [Typewritten]
Dear Mrs. Wellette,
We are now accepting ap-
plications for employment
in this fabulous new
structure which will be
ready for occupancy ?*%$#.
If you are interested in
long hours and small pay,
please contact the Campus
Bookstore not later than
September 3rd.
Mrs. Mookstore Banager
As for the photographs, I found a bunch from eleven or twelve years ago. I'm guessing the premise was Mom wanted to send out those home-made Christmas cards with pictures of the family all dressed nice and happy and normal looking. Fortunately for me, we're all horrible at posing for pictures (and whether that is on purpose or not is very questionable). The bulk of the photos are of me and Rachael wearing kind of matching outfits, standing in front of our Christmas tree. In many of them, Rachael's lovely, angellic baby face is distorted into some crude expression, and in the rest I'm staring straight up at the ceiling (why???) or off in a totally different direction, or my eyes are half closed, or one eye is open while the other is half closed. In my humble opinion they would make the awesomest Christmas cards ever. I decided, after laughing for a very long time at the silliness of it all, and at how frustrated Mom probably was at not getting back a single decent shot of the two of us (I think I was at least trying...), I left them out on the kitchen counter for the rest of the family to find in the morning. I'm glad I could rescue them, at least for a night, from their sad shoebox fate.
Sweet dreams, Reindears.
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