Behind The Awkwardness
This picture was taken at my wedding, which took place outdoors and yes we did have a port-a-potty for our guests. My uncle was the photographer and this was a sign of his “professionalism.”
(submitted by Katie)
“At least, I think it’s a sausage. This is my mother and two of her sisters-in-law. My dad is taking the picture, and it looks like they are competing for his attention each in her own way.”
(submitted by Blueberry)
“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)
“Stuck my head in a toilet and got stuck! Had to be cut off with gardening shears.”
(submitted by Taylin)
“My dad had promised to take me to a really sweet park if I went on errands with him and last minute he thought I’d rather see the the Mississippi dam instead.”
(submitted by Olivia)
“This is me and my cousins at Christmas 1999; I am the one in the middle sporting the glasses, cool choker necklace, and lovely khaki ensemble. My Grandpa made all of these boxes by hand for us for Christmas. Some of us were happier about them than others.”
(submitted by Mallory)
“I recently snapped a friend of mine at a shearing competition with his family, The sheep looks a bit dead but its actually got its fleece half shawn off. I think its a timeless snapshot, awkward but enchanting.”
(submitted by Tony)
“This is my stepdad, Simon, doing a handstand on a trash bin while wearing leopard-print Speedos. I have a friend in England who collects pictures of people in/on trash bins and so we took this for him. The speedo & handstand were Simon’s ideas.”
“Simon doing a faceplant on a trash bin, shortly after doing the handstand.”
(submitted by Heather)
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)
“I’m the cute little kid in the back. I was about 4 years old and for some reason me and my identical twin brother got the bright idea that it would be fun to go outside and take a whiz on the street. When we came back inside the house, my mom asked us where we went, and we told her. Then my dad got a brighter idea, went and grabbed the camera, and made us go stand in front of our puddles.”
(submitted by Juanster)