School pictures: do you remember them? School pictures seemed to be a much bigger deal when I was a kid than they are now. We always ordered quite a few of them, enough that I could take a supply to school with me to trade with my friends.
My mom always cut out the photos — heaven forbid that I would be entrusted to cut them out straight enough! You’ll notice that one of the photos I’ve posted has the borders cut off — gasp! This was NOT to be done! Mom wrote my name and the date neatly on the back of each.
Then I was off to school with a stack of the small photos. As I look at these, they truly are tiny — the photo itself 1″ x 1.5″. At my kids’ school, there is not even an option for a photo that small. I’d trade photos with my friends. I always hoped, hoped, HOPED the teacher would give us one of her photos voluntarily. If not, I had to gather up my courage and see if she’d trade a photo with me as well (for the record, I don’t think a teacher ever turned me down) 🙂 .
I’m struck by how we dressed up for photos back then. These days, most kids don’t seem to. Of course, maybe we all just dressed up a bit more back then anyway. I’m halfway thinking that girls had to wear dresses my first few years of elementary school … anybody out there remember if this is true or not?
Let’s look at the kids I’ve pictured here — first is Anita, from kindergarten. I remember once asking my teacher, “Why does Anita always bring such bad toys for show and tell?” Mrs. Wintin answered, “Maybe that’s the only kind she has.”
Then we have Jane, kind of the “alpha female” friend of mine in first grade. I remember listening with fascination as she told all of us at lunch that she was learning Spanish at the Girls’ Club. Here I thought you could only take baton or crochet there! I became a little skeptical though when I asked her how to say various words in Spanish, and all she did was add “o” to the end of each. Either she was full of it, or learning Spanish was a whole lot easier than I had thought …
There’s Keith, my first grade boyfriend. My gutsy 7-year-old self would turn around in my seat and ask him, “How about a little kiss?” and he’d make a fist. Oh well.
Then Trina, who everyone always said looked like Marie Osmond.
And Miriam, my best elementary school friend. We had many good times together! I remember falling asleep at her house during a sleepover as she read to me about the Bermuda Triangle. She was always going to be an oceanographer or a marine biologist.
And finally, me, in first grade. I remember Mom recommending that I wear my honorary fireman badge on my dress.
How about you? Any school pictures memories?