And indeed, only my sister (on the left) appears happy. Why my dad and I are so morose, I can’t say. Maybe it’s our discomfort at the fact that the cake appears to be levitating over the skillet of hamburger straganoff (his favorite meal)?
What to notice … I think Mom still has those plastic cups. I remember the metal pitcher as well. In addition to the calendar towel on the wall behind us (did everyone have those in the ’70s, or was it just us?), I see a plate my sister made. Each of us made an artwork plate in kindergarten, and I think I still have mine. It depicted, not surprisingly, a rabbit.
Of course, my sister and I both are sporting our sad, sad short haircuts. Looks like even Dad may have had longer hair than us? We’re also wearing matching Mickey Mouse-print dresses, I’m assuming made by our grandma?
If you were alive in 1974, any 1970s memories you can share?