This week AP attended a memorial service for one of his childhood friends. It prompted him to pull out old photographs and look through his past. He was in a reflective mood this week and I was pondering this when I went upstairs and saw a pile of MY old photographs on the desk.
There I was — in the 1980’s — big shoulder pads on my dresses and big permed hair.
Then in the 1990’s — still some permed hair and living in NYC.
Then my unfortunate first marriage and a quick divorce and I was about 30 pounds thinner with VERY short hair. It was an unintentional divorce diet but I cut all of my hair off and sported a pixie cut for awhile, just to announce a new me I suppose.
But it wasn’t really a new me. I gained the weight back and my hair grew out again. I plodded on.
Then there were photos of me holding babies. They were the children of various friends of mine, all as sweet and cute as a bug’s ear. The kids are all grown up now and are at university — some are married with kids of their own. They have all grown into interesting and lovely adults. ***sob***
Yes. Time has rushed on.
An old friend used to say to me, “Don’t look back!!” I hear her voice whenever I think about past mistakes, wrong turns taken, and general youthful foolishness. And sometimes foolishness that isn’t so youthful. Don’t look back.
So I put the photos away, stashed in the far corner of the cupboard. Except I couldn’t resist this one of me, probably aged 5. Apparently I sported big shoulder pads way back then.