It captures my family in 1976, America’s Bicentennial. We’re in front of our split-level house. Remember those? These days, it’s rare that anyone would build such a house. Back then, they were everywhere. It seemed so — normal to have 5 steps upstairs, and 5 more down. See the light on in the family room, on the left side? And I’m not sure why there’s an upside-down bucket by the front door (with a rag on top!), but I’m sure it was used in some task.
Mom is holding my youngest sister; Dad sure has a lot of hair (and those iconic 1970s glasses). My other sister appears lost in a daydream (I think I wore, and loved, that coat she has on prior to her wearing it). And there I am, wearing those plagues of the 1970s, knee socks. Mine appear to be “up” about as well as they ever would be, although they could more accurately be labeled “shin socks.” I remember using rubber bands around the tops to keep them up, although then I read that doing so could lead to varicose veins, which ran in my family anyway. Ah, dilemmas … I also read that crossing one’s legs could lead to those dreaded veins, and this came to mind often while I sat in church, listening to a sermon while — crossing my legs.
I’m sporting a particularly unfortunate dress and coat, but my smile must be due to the fact that I was evidently finally allowed to grow my hair to a length I wanted. I spent much of my childhood mentally suffering over my short hair.
I bet you have similar photos. Look at one today and take a little trip into the past, whether it’s 1976, 1966, 1986, or whever.