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Flashback Friday - Christmas Card Poses Part 1

Before we begin with this week's edition of Flashback, the drawing below represents a picture no one will ever see again.  It was a picture, classic actually, of we three boys in front of the old tree which used to be in the front yard.  We were all decked out in nice clothes and each of us had ivy league hats.  I am certain we were going to church and not the least bit happy about it.  Our unhappy posturing came through and all three of us were telegraphing our immense displeasure.

Unfortunately, this picture was lost in the Flood and unless copies were made and given either Phil/Jeanne or Mark/Holly this picture is lost forever.  Quite sad, actually, becasue of all of the so-called family pictures this one ranks in the top 3.   So, Phil, Jeanne, Mark or Holly, go comb through your old boxes and find that picture!!  My guilt at having been responsible for it, and then losing it is almost unbearable. 


Appeal is over. 

                                    Now on to our new old pics of us posing for Christmas cards.

Mark has his eyes closed, so this one was rejected.  Where is Archie?


None of these have years on them so we can only speculate.  Mark and I are probably 10 or 11?


Same clothes different pose as our first picture.


Same sitting, but apparently we were all supposed to look to our left but see who screwed it up? 


I like Phil's cowboy boots.  I remember the furniture.  Damn good strong stuff.  Wouldn't break in a hundred years, unlike the newer pieces.


Mark has his eyes closed again, so this went into the reject file.  I'm wearing a watch which kind of surprises me.  Why did I need one?  The fireplace was eventually retrofitted to gas and provided many warm Christmases. We were lucky to have one on Chambers and there was nothing quite like cozying up to a fire on cold winter nights.  

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