#ThrowbackThursday: That 70s Christmas

Over the years, I have ended up with a small and extremely random assortment of Christmas photos from my childhood, which has made it hard to pick good photos for holiday-themed Throwback Thursday posts. I did find a great one a couple of weeks ago that involved my brother wearing a giant KISS belt buckle, but I couldn’t find it today. (Huge bummer. The belt buckle really deserved a post.)

Instead, I have two pictures from the Christmas of 1974, which I know is the correct date for both because my grandma helpfully labeled the back of one of these — and I noticed that, though I am wearing different clothes, both my hair and the tree ornaments are the same in the other. (I shoulda been a detective!)

This would have been Eileen’s first Christmas, but these are the only photos I have, so… Sorry, sis. You were apparently not interested in posing for the camera.

#ThrowbackThursday: That 70s Christmas
New sweatshirt for Brian! Am I wearing a coat or a bathrobe?
#ThrowbackThursday: That 70s Christmas
Whoa. That doll has a terrifyingly large head. No wonder I look a little concerned.

#ThrowbackThursday: Christmas in the City

Longtime blog readers (those of you who haven’t vanished due to nearly two years of extremely limited posting) may recall that, back in 2011/12 I tried to make “Wayback Wednesday” a thing — only to discover that the internet had instead decided “Throwback Thursday” was the way to go. So close, and yet, so far…

Anyway. I am now on board with the rest of the world, sharing old-timey photos on Thursdays, and thought I’d a) bring it back to the blog and b) make it Christmassy to fit with the overall theme of the month.

#ThrowbackThursday: Christmas in the City
Eileen (right) and I near the Rockefeller Center tree, probably in 1988.

I find it kind of funny that Rockefeller Center looks pretty much the same at the holidays now as it did 25-ish years ago. Other than upgrading the tree to LED lights, there don’t seem to be a whole lot of changes. Can’t say the same about Eileen and me, though. Which is a good thing. I didn’t really benefit from bangs, and… well, does she have a perm? Or just some serious curling iron action?

Worth noting about this photo — it’s been re-cropped into a square because I instagrammed it in order to put a filter on it and make it (slightly) less crummy-looking — but the size and overall quality of it suggest it was probably taken with my delightful Kodak disc camera… which was basically the film equivalent of early cell phone photos: grainy, dark, terrible. I’m as glad technology evolved as I am that I grew out my bangs.