Buried Treasure

In my dad's closet, behind an inordinately large amount of Christmas decorations, was a box or two or three of old slides from the 70's, photos taken by my grandpa (Andy, not Darron) that had not been seen, I would guess, in at least twenty-five years.

Inspired, my dad took them in to be digitally scanned and put on CDs, and we got them as Christmas presents! Not knowing what to expect, we gathered around my mom's TV (hey, her DVD player can do photo CDs!) and the slideshow began. We were transported back to a time long past, of my mom's trip to Europe as a teenager, of my dad's sideburns, of embarrassingly short shorts.

Here are some of my favorites:


This is Shari as a mustachioed pirate. Her left fist is especially menacing, as are the two strips of tape holding her mustache up.


In many of the photos, like this one, I was crying. Shari, as always, was smiling.


Apparently, when crying, the most effective remedy was to give me food. Specifically, a cracker. More specifically, a saltine cracker. Could this be the origin of the pejorative term for white people???


Funny how so much in life is just one big circle. I imagine that this is exactly how I'll look in about ten years.


Awww, I just really liked this one. Mom hasn't been able to pick me up in a long, long time. But I sure did enjoy it!


My penchant for striped shirts had its beginnings long ago.


And a sweet end. This is, perhaps, the earliest photographic evidence of the famous "retarDarron" phenomenon.