Happy 8th Birthday!
I think photos are important, and here’s a case in point. If I didn’t have this photo, I don’t think I’d have any memories of this birthday at all. I notice that darn zebra jumper that I seem to have on in about 50% of all photos taken in this era. I’m also wearing what looks like 2(?!) of those birthday buttons with ribbons hanging down — probably got them in Sunday school?
Beside me is my younger sister, and on the table is her Fisher Price 3 Bears Cottage, which I lusted over way too much in childhood. I’m not sure why it’s on the table, teasing me with its inaccessibility. And is that a monkey peeking out of the candle on my cake? And who could forget the pastel plastic cups? I think my mom still uses them.
We can see out the kitchen’s sliding glass doors to the backyard. If you could see right behind me, our rabbit hutches would be in evidence in the yard, by that tree. I remember the cutting board setting up on the counter, and also that thing hanging on the wall above it. Also those kitchen curtains and the very ’60s blue upholstered kitchen chairs.
Birthday parties were a big deal for a 1970s birthday, not something done each year.
Now let’s step through those sliding glass doors onto the patio, for a group photo after the party. I love how most of the girls are wearing skirts or dresses! In 1972, dresses must have still been “in.” I remember at least the names of each of these girls. To the right of me, Missy. She loved horses so much that she often ate grass at recess to prove her obsession. To her right, Cyndy. She got married at 16, and I believe her wedding was the first I ever played piano for. Even at the time, 16 seemed really young to get married!
I’m not sure what Karen is up to in the back row, but Regina and Amy seem fascinated by it.
What do you remember from your 8th birthday?