Those were the days, my friend
We'd thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance
Forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young
And sure to have our way
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Those were the days, my friend those were the days
Up there is Soldier Boy Tom, who won the Battle of Fort Jackson in Columbia, South Carolina, in just six months. As a reward, the powers let him go home with only the stipulation that he check in once a month for the weekend and for two weeks in the summer for the next 5 1/2 years.
When Tom finished boot camp, the sergeant told him, "I know you hated every minute of boot camp, but, in the end, you turned out to be a damned fine soldier."
The next picture is moi, before wrinkles, multiple chins, and weight gain, prim in my Peter Pan collar. Both pictures were taken circa 1960-61, before we were married.
I've been looking through old photo albums, and you know how addictive that activity can be.
He has a mischievous smile. She's got quite a look of mischief about her too.
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IT, the picture doesn't lie. Tom has more than a little mischief in him.
ReplyDeleteYou know me. Butter wouldn't melt in my mouth.
Tom is a nice-looking fella!! And his bird ain't bad either!!
ReplyDeleteAgreed with IT about the air of mischief.
I think they are wonderful photos. I can see the current couple in the photos and the old photos in both of you. Blessings on your both.
ReplyDeleteCathy, Tom was - er- is a nice looking fella. He often admires the picture himself, saying, "Gee, I was a good-looking fella."
ReplyDeleteCher Paul, merci. What strikes me is that we were both so thin.
You guys are both so cute! Naw, that's not the word... I don't know what the word is --but it's a good word.
ReplyDeleteHave fun with all the old photos Grandmere. What a treat.
I remember the days/daze when mischief could be concealed with a Peter Pan collar and a very long skirt...you both look wonderful, vital and sooo attractive!
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Thanks, y'all. I loved the dress. It was sleeveless with a jacket, tartan in reds, blues, and small black stripes. More than you want to know, I'm sure. I remember wearing it to LSU football games back in the day when we dressed up.
ReplyDeleteI'm getting a terrible attack of nostalgia. There's nothing like old photos to bring one on. I remember slow dancing in the dress, too. Ummm.
You know me. Butter wouldn't melt in my mouth
ReplyDeleteIt's always the quiet ones, they're always the goers. Libarians - Rampant!!!
You look like a young librarian who is a little wiser than most and knows a lot more than a young librarian should.
ReplyDeleteI look at these photos and I wonder who swept who off of their feet.
...they're always the goers. Libarians - Rampant!!!
ReplyDeleteTheMe! I was a Roman Catholic convent school girl!
Counterlight, I'd like to tell you a more romantic tale of love at first sight on one or both sides, but the truth is we were friends first for quite a while. We hung out together, then spent more time together, and then decided we might as well get married. Our relationship evolved over a period of time and is still evolving. However, we're still married going on 49 years, so I suppose a relationship that builds on friendship can be a good thing.
Please don't tell TheMe that. If you think what he has to say about librarians is bad, you don't want to know what he thinks about convent educated girls.
ReplyDeletePetty, I should have thought of that. Convent school girls have the worst of reputations. Too late now.
ReplyDeleteLove the photos... wow, gorgeous. I see you today in that photo. Oh, nostalgie... bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteMimi, I love both fotos. What a gorgeous pair you were, and are.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm having waves of nostalgia for that era when we wore our hair with those little 'comma' curls on either side of the forehead, and the appropriate dress for Southern young ladies any time after Labor Day until winter set in was: Dark Cottons! I have the most vivid memories of arriving in Dallas in 1959, a few days before enrolling for my freshman year, and being taken shopping by my favorits aunt for the essential wardrobe of Dark Cottons: dresses, skirts and suits (no pants, of course) in plaids, prints, paisleys and so forth. And many of them had those white collars. It was all new to me, a Rocky Mountain girl who was used to getting out her woolens at the beginning of the school year.
And then there were the ball gowns to think of! Are you going to post a picture of young June in her party finery? Don't hold out on us.
Caminante and Mary Clara, thank you!
ReplyDeleteMary Clara, oh yes! The little curls and the dark cottons that the girls from the South wore after Labor Day until much later when the cold weather kicked in. I don't believe I have a picture in a ball gown. We didn't record everything on film back in those days. At least, my family didn't, and the schools didn't have photographers on the scene.
I do like these pictures! And yes, Grand´père is very good looking ;-)
ReplyDeleteWhat is striking about your is the calm passion. "Librarians" indeed!
What is striking about your is the calm passion.
ReplyDeleteWow, Göran, that's lovely. Thank you.
TheMe is beyond naughty. Petty knows. She lives with him.