This is a Polaroid, Far Guys Dad loved the Polaroid..sometimes I think it was because he was not a patient man and wanted to see his photos “right now.” He would have loved the digital age. I think perhaps Far Guys sister took this photo, or maybe Far Guys Mom.
Far Guy, Far Guys Dad and Muggy.
This photo shows a slice of life in the late 1950’s..1957, 1958 or 1959. Far Guy in his pajamas, his Dad in the ever present flannel shirt. It was kinda a short tree that year. I would imagine that a fair amount of cussing went on when the dreaded light stringer was brought out. Every year when we put stringers of lights on the tree one of us will remark “Remember how Dad used to cuss at the lights?”
I smiled at the plastic coverings that Far Guys Mom covered the couch and the chair with and wondered what records Far Guys sister Jan was playing on her record player or phonograph as it was called back then. I can’t quite tell if this is the same two tone green phonograph that had it’s own gold stand in her room or not. You know one of those old stands where you could put records underneath..
And those drapes..they were all the rage.
Muggy was a Chihuahua. He lived a very long life..he is the same Muggy who pooped on my foot during my first formal meal in this house. (When I had to be told not to eat the entire shrimps and that I could leave the tails on my plate..farm girl..who had never eaten shrimp before.) The same Muggy who lost one of his toenails on the basement stairs and almost delayed our wedding in 1969. See that chair..Far Guy would “sic” Muggy after me and I would stand up in that chair and giggle at this ferocious little dog with the big attitude ..it was turquoise..the couch was a non descript beigey brown.
Lots of old memories in this photo:)