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And this last picture was recently uncovered and never displayed on this blog before.  One of the very few pictures with all of the Blythe boys.  

It is Christmas around the Wombie and my senior year in high school.  Any later and our long hair as Freshman at IWC would have been more pronounced.  Bro Phil would have been a Junior at college and we would be entering in about 9 months.  

The folks, or rather Marj, was drawn toward the flocked tree look.  They would find a tree, hang it by a rope around one of the rafters in the garage and then it would be sprayed by cans with a kind of paint that turn green needles into white.  Perhaps that is why I prefer a flocked tree to this day, but have never had one.  Hmmm.  I'll have to kick that upstairs to see why.

As you have probably surmised, lounging around the home was a casual thing.  If you have ever noticed from past Flashbacks, shoes and socks were seldom worn.  They simply weren't required in hanging out.  Besides, spontaneous wrestling erupted constantly and shoes were a major detriment.

There were some Christmases better than others but we never had a bad one.  Somehow, we always seemed to revel in each others company; we appreciated our kinship and trusted each other.  Time has separated us for many years.  The folks are gone.  Phone calls with the boys on Christmas remain the only link.  And yet, the essence of it, the joy of brotherhood remains.  Merry Christmas, Mark and Phil.     

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