Since my last two posts included Winter Camp photos, I thought I'd sneak one in of camp in 1990. It was so cool; someone made a mistake and overbooked the place. Since we were the last to arrive (yes, we were late) we were placed in one of the vacant "staff apartments". We had so much fun! We went to a grocery store in town and bought stuff so that we could fix our own meals instead of eating camp food. This was spaghetti night.
I received my first dozen roses this year. They were delivered to me at school. Loved 'em.
I started 10th Grade. Apparently, I stood out here every year for Mom to take a picture...
I went to Homecoming. I don't have a full body shot from the front, so I thought I'd show you the back. You can just imagine what the front looked like. Frankly, I think I like the back better, butt bow and all!
Displaying a clear lapse of judgment, I was a pumpkin for our youth group Halloween party. What the heck was I thinking???
On a sad note, Taffy (my wonderful dog!) died in July of 1990. She was seriously the best dog ever. We'd had her since I was 5 years old...it was pretty hard on all of us. We all loved her so very much. This photo wasn't taken in '90, probably several years earlier, but it's one of my favorites.
While Taffy could never be truly replaced, we did move on. In November of '90 we couldn't resist bringing home these sweet sisters. This was taken the night we brought them home. Ruddy is on the left, Dusty is on the right.
It was clear from the beginning that Dusty was going to take an easy-going, relaxed approach to life...
...and that we'd have to keep our eyes on Ruddy! Yes, that's my nose in her mouth.
I'm not really sure why, but for some reason we all thought that my Granddad needed a dog too. So, in December we told him that we were all going out Christmas shopping. Mom, Dad, Grandma and I piled into the car and headed out. We brought him home a puppy. It was the best thing we could have done! Widget was his best friend until he died in 1998; they did everything together. The night he died, I'm totally not kidding, she curled up and went to sleep in his room like she was waiting for him to come back. I'm so glad we bought her!
Hope you enjoyed 1990; it was a good year. See you in 1991!
4 comments:
The story of your grandpa and his dog was so touching! As much of a pain as dogs can be (and only 'cause I'm a busy mom and don't need one more thing to take care of) they are the most loyal, sweet creatures, too. When my neighbor died recently, her poor dog, who had stayed faithfully by her bedside for months, was SO lost! My girls begged to adopt her, but I don't have the yard for it! She's still living across the street, but now with my neighbor's son, who is a cat person.
The dogs are very sweet. ANd your sleeves are ginormous!(In a true to 1990 way of course).
The pictures of Ruddy, rusty, Grandad and Widget made me cry.
Seriously.
Sigh. I really do love Fridays here.
Hey-
I know I am in that picture of camp but I really have no memory of that. What camp was it?
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