“Trying to seriously take a four generation family photo and my daughter noticed something ‘going on’ in the background!”
(submitted by Tammy)
“By the look of the ponchos and the Frye boots, it’s around 1970. When it came to family photos, my dad was short tempered at the best of times. Here’s how it all went down.
Top photo, right to left. Me: “Dad told me to stand here.” Brad: “You’re supposed to be down at that end.” Brian: “Go where Brad says.” Grammy: “Oh look, a bug.” Jennifer: “I can’t see it.” Grandpa: “C’mon, Rachel, it will be ok.” Rachel: POUT.
One eighth of a second before the bottom photo. Dad (roaring): “LINE UP AND SMILE OR I’LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO SMILE ABOUT!”
(submitted by Allison)
“This is indeed my family. I was the youngest. It was taken at a photo studio in Fort St. John, British Columbia. The photographer kept asking little ole pre-pubescent me about what I thought of girls. It was hard for me to form a response. He also made me put my hand on my brother, Perry. The oldest brother Frank still plays guitar (it’s obvious that he was into music by his look) and my band July Fourth Toilet even had him play guitar on one of our records as well as in live shows.”
(submitted by Robert in Canada)
“We have three daughters, and were getting pictures with each. Chloe was not happy that she was being left out of the photo!”
(submitted by Derek)
“I’m the boy sitting next to the two Umpa Lumpas (sisters), with my mom and brother right behind me. Soon after this fun-filled afternoon, my sister dropped a glass bottle of milk on my foot and I got 24 stitches.”
(submitted by Ken)
“This is my family around 1995 or so. The height of Ck1 and denim themed family photos apparently. That’s me smashing my ribs and gripping on for dear life while I had to hold my serious face pose.”
(submitted by Lindsay)