Making the rounds on Ye Olde Internet this week is the Tumblr* Dads: The Original Hipsters, which aims to show – through amusing photos – that today’s hipsters are just channeling the fashion sense of menfolk from the late 70s and early 80s. As soon as I saw it, I knew I had pictures of my dad that would absolutely, totally fit the bill. Dad was a skinny dude with giant glasses who rocked ringer t-shirts way, way before 20-something urban white boys made it the thing to do. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find the exact photo I was thinking of, but I did come across several other pictures from the same trip – and thus, today’s Wayback Wednesday post came into being.
As it turns out, other than the “dad” criteria, I would qualify as an Original Hipster, too. I’m wearing cutoffs – what they call “jorts” these days – and tube socks and a too-tight t-shirt (which, OMG, spells out “TEXAS” in giant, glitter-letter glory). If only I had my old bike in this picture, I’d fit right in with DC’s hipster scene.
Brian, with his shaggy hair and tube socks (probably from the same 8-pack as mine) makes a pretty good hipster, too.
So, anyway… all snark about our 21st century hipster-wear aside, these photos also brought to mind some fun times with the family.
This was one of – I think – two family vacations we took in the early 1980s at what was then called the Wood Hotel (now the Woods Inn) in Inlet, New York. It was an old-timey Adirondack resort owned by a friend of my grandfather’s, and we stayed in little cottages next to the main hotel building. I have a ton of memories of stuff we did – in addition to the fishing, we flew through the mountains – and landed on the lake – in a pontoon plane (quite possibly the point of origin of my fear of heights), took some sort of steamboat ride (which appears to be un-Googleable), went to the Enchanted Forest amusement park (pretty sure it wasn’t a water safari then), played a lot of skee ball in the hotel bar (Shirley Temples in hand), and did a lot of swimming. I remember that we had to dress for dinner there – something we kids found really old-school even back then – and that each of the five of us resisted cramming our sticky kid-selves into dresses/ties while on vacation.
There was also some incident with a bat in the cottage, the details of which I am fuzzy on, other than there was more chaos and screaming than any other moment of my life – before or since – and the fact that my father (the Original Hipster himself) hit me in the foot with a broom trying to get it to fly out. Ah, family moments.
Do you have photos from your past that you’re willing to share – and a blog to post them on? Play along with Wayback Wednesday by linking back to this post or sharing in the comments so we can snoop into your past, too!
* What’s a Tumblr, you ask? Well, it’s pretty much what would happen if you mated a blog with Twitter, and Flickr was somehow also involved. It’s – content- and image-driven, but very sharable. I have one, but I don’t really know what to do with it. I mostly just share other people’s stuff, because I can.
Updated to add: While today’s hipsters use apps like Instagram to give their photos that worn, just-pulled-out-of-the-shoebox-of-memories look, I did just the opposite and took my faded, yellow scans and ran them through the auto-tone filter in PhotoShop to render them shiny and new. Take that, hipsters!