When I was in third grade the photographer was coming to take our school photos.
My Granny had put a hair net over my hair before I went to school. Which means she must have combed my hair and made it pretty, though I don’t actually recall.
Was I Told To Take It Off?
I don’t know if I was given instructions concerning my hair before I went to school or not. I’m pretty sure I was probably told to take it off at some point.
Had it been a female photographer she might have reminded me that I still had it on. And furthermore I might want to take it off. But it was always a male photographer who came to the school. And I don’t think men give much thought to little girls hair.
Of course everyone was a bit startled when they saw my third grade class photo. A grinning little girl with some of her front teeth still missing and a hair net obscuring her hair.
Had I not been grinning I might have looked less…strange. But the sight of that grin combined with the hair net made me look, well, a bit dotty.
Most of my memories from long ago are murky. Sort of like looking for something through dirty water. Make that moving dirty water. It’s always been that way.
I am always amazed when someone can recall a long ago memory and tell it in fine detail. My memories seem to be drained through a sieve.
Bringing one to the surface is like fishing. My fishing pole will get a tug and I pull up this surprise memory. I wonder why that is?
A Birthday In The Family:
My younger daughter Kasi’s birthday is today. (I rue the day I decided to end her name with an “i”.) She is 42. I sent her an Amazon gift certificate and a card in the mail. I will call her when I finish writing this.
Kendra’s birthday is two weeks from today. Her birthday often falls on Thanksgiving Day.
NOTE: I switched back to the old blog design theme. Plain; not pretty.
Let me know if this non-pretty theme loads the blog faster than the pretty one. I also worked on other things like minifying images to hopefully speed things up.