One of dad’s many talents is wearing suits.
(submitted by Laura)
“This photo of my family was taken at one of those drive-through safari places in the 80s. My brother thought the politically incorrect “tribesmen” were real and was terrified. My mom hates snakes. I’m the one with the live snake (yes, it’s real) around my neck and although I love them, I’m struggling because it was a lot heavier than me. And my Dad? He’s just excited that his shorts are shorter than my mom’s.”
(submitted by Kirsten)
“This is photo of my family and I at a beach-themed family dance put on by the school. Unfortunately I’m the one with the full denim outfit and black work boots with orange laces.”
(submitted by Sheila)
Sometimes, the best defense is knives. Lots of knives.
(submitted by Alyssa)
“Found this in a box of photos from my parent’s attic about 5 years ago. No one remembers the details including my mom. Maybe it was too traumatic…. I’m the one screaming.”
(submitted by Barb)
This merry bunch just can’t get enough wood.
(submitted by Brenna)
This is what happens when you ask the hair stylist for a “Dorothy Hamill.”
(submitted by Jackie)
It is me, Little Lord Fauntleroy. I told my cousin (who posted this picture) I would respond if it passed 100 comments. True to my word I am here to set the record straight. Its pretty interesting to have a photo essay about oneself and I can honestly say it is a first for such a humbled person (no the family picture did not cause me to be socially introverted). Surprisingly some of you were very observant and your comments were spot on. The picture if you dont know the background would seem pretty “out there” and when you know the background story perhaps the picture (and all the wonderful comments) wont hold much interest.. Sorry to dissappoint.
As my cousin points out, the family is not British, Scottish or Egyptian.. Basically Italian American. My father was not a man of the cloth. Those of you that picked Nehru jacket, you nailed it. It was 1970 and as most of you point out this was considered fashion (a period I hope never comes back). The medallion is just that and not a religious relic. In fact my mother sewed all our clothes and this photo is no exception. My “costume” Dad’s formal wear and Mom’s – sister’s clothes were all designed and sewn by my mother. Mom’s hair… thats real folks.. it was the style.. Dad’s hair.. quite frankly this one had me confused as to your comments and I had to look closely and I does appear from this scan as a combover, but my father had all his hair. Again, that was the hair style.. yep.. 1970′s..
My sisters arms (and fingers) are unusually long.. she could snatch me up and hit me from way across the room as I was running away.. At least thats the way I remember it..
Me… Well you are correct. It was my halloween costume for that year.. sisters shoes are a left over remnant of her Pilgram outfit (Halloween was 1-2 weeks before this family shoot). My outfit is made from left over curtain material from our living room, which of course mom also made.. (this was before Carol Burnett did her famous Scarlet O’Hare skit with the curtain rod still attached)..
The setting is my grandparents 50th anniversary party. They had 8 children and all were asked to come and have family/group photo’s. Well mom thought I looked so adorable in my Halloween outfit that I was FORCED to wear it for the shoot.. Yes, I was both horrified and pissed as my cousins were giving me sh*t about having to wear my costume, but Mom.. she didnt care.. and when my mother made up her mind.. well as youngster (I am seven in this photo) you did what you were told. To add injury to insult, there is a photo of the entire extended family (grandparents, aunts/uncles, cousins and grandkids) and yep, there I am looking like “Where’s Waldo” in the middle of the picture.. and yes.. with the Burger King Hat on this time..
This photo hung on our stairs going to the second floor for years and I had a constant reminder of the embarrassment I suffered that day. In fact not this last year I discussed with my mother my lingering agitation at having to suffer such humilitation.. she still smiles and says “but you were such an adorable prince”..
However seeing what joy, confusion, consternation, etc. it brought you all I can say.. it has helped me to laugh at this long gone horrific event.
P.S. The following year my dad helped make my custome and it was the most [email protected] pirate garb complete with wooden peg leg.. Sorry no family portraits with this costume.
I know you all were probably expecting something so totally off the wall and I was half tempted to humor you but figured since you had done so well… you deserved the truth.
OK, Ive made my peace.. I kind of like this picture now..
Your Humbled Lord,
(submitted by Amber)
“This picture is of my parents and older brother. I’m guessing it was when the “glorious” house was first purchased, but really who wants to show off cat scratching post type staircases? Too bad there are only two fist shelves in this photo!”
(submitted by Morgan)
“This is our family photo taken at the Hee Haw studios in TN. I’m looking pretty excited to be a part of the shenanigans.”
(submitted by Randi)