Flashback Friday

The late Bill "Skiboo" "BcKee" Seaton, and brother Phil.  Bill passed away quite unexpectedly three or four years ago. 

A notice in the paper regarding a Seaton Pancake Breakfast.  Mother Marj is on the left, then Doris Kingry and John Seaton, Bill's dad is on the right.  

Herb, my father,  was a mason and this is a 1964-65 Officer's collage.  Familiar faces when growing up in Seaton, like Dan Sims, Jim Chism, Squire Greer, and Jack Bertelson.  Herb is on the lower row second from left.

These are notices in the Purple & White, and the Wesleyan Courier about the high number of twins on campus in whatever year this was.  I'm not sure.  It's difficult to determine which one of us looks like the most fearsome underground revolutionary hippie.  My vote is Mark, who also could pass as a terrorist in some pictures.  

In what looks like a Mad Men publicity poster, this is a picture of my Dad on the far left and unknown persons in the middle and right.  I really do not have any context on this picture. 

A look at the Boys at Christmastime.  Apparently Marj only snapped pictures at Christmas, as I have seen almost zero pics of everyday activities.   Look at Phil's mutton chops, and the leg cast.  This may have been taken when all three of us were in college at once.  I'm guessing Mark and I were freshman and Phil was a senior.  He hurt his leg playing basketball.  

My first semester was interesting.  Brother Phil had to tell me to stop playing cards and having fun and maybe study once in a while.  As it turns out, he did a masterful job of fixing my compass because from this point on I buckled down and ended up with a rather nice GPA and even went to graduate school.  Thanks Phil.   

Archie, our great boxer and, by this time, aged, family dog is in many Christmas pics which will be coming along one of these Fridays.  I have digitized all of the family pictures in my possession and will be putting some on Flashback Fridays after a request from a niece and nephew who happen to be in Kansas City.  Of  course, to non-family they will likely bore you all to tears, but for family, they will be fun.  Hang in there, readers.