The Furious Spinner

In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Pics of Moi, Me, & I

After Mario read the previous post, he said, "It's all about your dad not you. And it's your birthday." Well, I write about myself every day, I said. So why should today be any different? So I scanned some pics. Got up to 1991 and got bored with myself. I'm sure I'll be interested again in a few minutes, so maybe I'll update later. (In truth, these photos were in a folder so they were easy to get.) They're photographs of photographs so the quality isn't that great. I find a few of them quite amusing.

A few months old

Toddler

First communion, 1960? With my dad

Second or third grade, 1961-63

12-13 years old, 1967-68

18 years old, 1973. Taken by my high school boyfriend; have no idea why it's crooked.

Summer 1973, Paris. Backpacking across Europe. Lousy pic, but it's good for showing off.

Summer 1974. Annie, me, my Camaro. We're on a camping trip in northern Michigan. I'm on the left. I loved that car.

Camaro Cheesecake. 1975-79? I loved, loved this car. I still have a piece of it. It was totaled in 1982 a few weeks before Mario and I were scheduled to move to Oregon. I was picking up Mario from work and some guy in a car was oogling another guy walking along the road and the guy in a car rearended me. Mario saw the whole thing.