80’s flash back

Going to college

Waiting tables

Hating the Sorority

Bad Perms

Big Hair

Breaking out

Dancing till dawn

The Bangles

Glenn Frye

Huey Lewis

Prince

Flock of Seagulls

The Police

Men at Work

Back to the Future

Top Gun

Crocodile Dundee

Flash Dance

No cell phones

No internet

No Pagers

Writing long letters

Taking long road trips

Grainy out of focus photos

Shoulder pads

Neon everything

The Glory Days


Just a wink and a smile.

Jealousy, a picture paints a thousand words.


“I need you to get your Aunt Bobby’s picture and bring it to me.”  

An unusual request, but my little cousin complied.

My Grandma had hidden a picture behind my mom’s picture that she kept on her dresser.

My mind goes a little sideways at the mention of the story.  This isn’t a photo of her and my Grandfather.  She had a beau that she remembered fondly.

At my Gradmother’s funeral, we were telling stories.  This was a special one.

My Grandmother had 12 brothers and sisters.  She was taken out of school in 8th grade and “fostered out” in the Scots/Irish practice to help support the family.  She and her older sister Crystal were fostered to a family in Charleston W. Virginia.  My Aunt Crystal was a maid, my Grandmother was the cook.  Their income was sent to their family for support, and to pay debts. 

My Grandmother had gone to school with my grandfather. They met when they were 8 years old.  They planned to marry.  When my grandmother left for Charleston, things cooled down, and my grandmother agreed to a few dates as my Grandfather stopped writing or visiting her.

She sent this picture to my grandfather when he ceased his attentions.  She told him that unless he fixed his car, and came to see her, she would agree to marry another.

Well, Grandpa got his stuff together. But Grandma kept the picture.

Her aloofness is obvious.  The suitors ardor is apparent.  

What do you see in the photo?

I look at the careful way she dressed.  The peep-toed shoes, the suit, the little clutch bag, the possessive male at her side.  The coy way she is looking away.

A picture paints a thousand words.

What do you see?

I won’t forget

I found this image on Facebook, I searched for the originator.  It is a great graphic. 

A defining moment in American history.  A nation that today is so divided.

Could we set aside the division for a moment and remember when we all came together and why?

God Bless America, my home sweet home.