So there was recently a death in my family, and I don’t really want to talk about it here. It was tragic and senseless and sad and we are all sad.
In our sadness my brother and I went to see my mother, because that is what you do when you are sad, you go visit one another to just make sure the remains of your family is still actually intact.
We lunched and talked a bit and then Mother broke out the big ol’ boxes of family photos. We sought out pictures of our lost one and in the process we unearthed so many gems that I finally gathered up a little trove of them to bring home and scan. You will not be disappointed, internets.
Exhibit A: a young Me riding a preschool precursor to the mighty motorcycle. This photo was taken in Rota, Spain, where my father was stationed at the time in the Navy. I am sporting a shy little smile and an enormous cast, which I wore for seven of what I am certain are the longest months in any mother’s history. I had had a tumor which necessitated a bone graft and this cast is essentially what kept the lower part of my wee tiny baby leg attached to the rest of me.
Exhibit B: Dad gets a motorcycle. Rota, Spain, February of 1970. My mother sent this photo to my grandmother and notes on the back: “Rob & his most prized possession. That’s $900 worth of motorcycle. He’d sell me before he’d sell it.” Note that he bears a passing resemblance to a young James Garner. He now bears a passing resemblance to an older James Garner, if James Garner were of hardier German peasant stock than I suspect he actually was.
Exhibit C: The children pose with Dad’s friend’s Bonneville. We were probably not permitted this close to Dad’s. Note the funky aftermarket pipes. Also, Mother informs me that she made this dress for me, and that my brother Craig had a matching shirt that she also made.
Exhibits D and E: Spanish Motocross. Somewhere near Rota, Spain, December of 1969. Does Mother not look extra glamorous in these? I can’t get over it. She is in the orange jacket. May I bring your attention to Craig and I guzzling beverages from cans in the first, while he is also wearing someone’s golden astronauty-looking helmet? And LOOK at the split-window VW bus in the second! This is too much. It’s too much, I say. Exhibit F: Mother and I pose with Bonneville and pregnant dog. It is noted on the back that this was before the dog, Busta, had her pups. What happened to Busta or the pups is lost to history, at least until I inquire of Mother.
Exhibit G is my grandmother, Vivian Irene Kuno, and I think those are cousins. My Mother can certainly fill me in, I’ll have to ask her. This photo is not dated but my grandmother was born in 1923 and looks around 7ish? So in the neighborhood of 1930ish. The names, from left: Vivian, Francis, Bernice, Marjorie, Eunice, Jeannette. How Grapes of Wrath is this picture?
And lastly (for tonight, as this is all I have managed to scan in as yet, but more will follow), Exhibit H: Grandma Vivian, stylish and young, 1948. She looks as though butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, and it probably wouldn’t, and I say that with tremendous love and respect.