“1979….what a great time for fashion! And who thought those cowboy hats were a good idea? At the time we were thrilled with this father and son portrait!”
(submitted by J)
An endorsement for accessorizing.
(submitted by Amy)
Must the show really go on?
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The only thing they had in common was solving crimes.
(submitted by Jonathan)
When you’re the head buckaroo, you get to pull your own fingers.
(submitted by Ari)
“This is my husbands paternal Grandparents. They were burning down an old barn on their farm. I have always loved this picture because of their pose and expressions totally does not match the background.”
(submitted by Rachel)
What about a stump doesn’t scream unity and togetherness?
(submitted by Eric)
“This is a photo of me, my late cousin, Mike, my uncle Reed, my grandfather Richards and for some unexplainable reason, a live possum.
I am embarrassed to say that this photo was sort of planned. We were out working in the pasture splitting firewood, and when we came in from lunch, my grandmother apparently thought we looked photogenic, and made us get in the car over to Olan Mills in Douglasville, Georgia.
Glad I could share the joy on this one. Whenever I see it, the Dukes of Hazard theme starts playing in my head…”Just some good ole boys, never meanin’ no harm…”
Michael and I were the only two boys of all the cousins on my mother’s side, so he was really like a brother to me growing up. He died doing what he loved, and we all miss him terribly. Mike was a a tow-truck driver, and at his funeral there were literally hundreds of people, and dozens of wreckers. Mike’s wife got a special permit so that they could transport his casket on the back of his wrecker (and it was bungie corded down!) and at every stoplight on the back roads between Douglasville and Marietta where he is buried, there was a tow-truck with it’s lights on blocking traffic for us.
At one point, a car tried to pass on the right to pass the funeral procession, and some of Mike’s friends headed it off, and almost got into a fistfight with the driver (which was right in front of us). I turned to my wife and said, “that is how Mike would have wanted it: A fight at his funeral!”
In any case, the hat my uncle is wearing is from Southern Tech (Which is Southern Poly now) and my grandfather’s hat was advertising some feed store. My grandfather has a masters degree, and my grandmother (his wife) had a PhD. I just got my MBA, so it just goes to show you that you can’t educate the redneck out of a redneck.”
(submitted by Ernie)
We’re still trying to figure out how he got his Wranglers off over the boots.
(submitted by Jim)
For those youngsters ages 7 and below who aren’t quite ready to attempt an armshelf.
(submitted by Beckie)