I found this classic piece of gossip in a study hall in high school, circa 1974. These girls were in the spring of their senior year, when students are less interested in school and more interested in, say, tanning. Notes like this, by the way, are how people communicated before text messaging, in case you’re wondering.
I found this old photograph along with some others in the flea market. I was pretty sad to see someone throw away a photo with such character. These men lived only 60 years ago, and no one cared to keep this picture of them.
I found these pictures in my parent’s attic. There was no indication of why they were relevant. I do not know the identity of “the raccoon trainer,” or why these photos were taken. I remember being told that one of our family members was a woodsman and that he died because a tree fell on his big toe. Continue reading →