Chez Spud

 

Must have had a slight ‘moment’ yesterday. I was quite sure I wasn’t going to get involved with Tara’s Blogger Yearbook because I knew all my old school photos were safely buried in storage. At the 11th hour I remember that they were actually in mother’s chest which is in the house. These photos have actually been in the chest since my mother took them off the wall, probably about 25 years ago or so. Frankly, that’s a blessing.

I think I’m 7 in the photo above. My two front teeth aren’t long through, that gap between them isn’t there now. But I can see I’d already chipped the left hand one (eating corn on the cob, of all things). The two moles above my lip…check…the one in the middle of my cheek…check….weird cowlick style fringe…uncheck.

Fast forward 3 years and here I am at 10, possibly 11.

Bit chubbier round the face, puppy fat I guess. I’ve sorted the dreadful fringe out, but my mother made me wear my hair in a central parting with slides to keep it off my face to ‘prevent spots’. Odd. I look pretty pleased with myself though, I wonder why. Possibly Sister Joseph Mary was standing behind the photographer threatening to slap my legs if I didn’t smile. She was a vicious woman who hated children. Odd that she went in to teaching really.

Fast forward 30 years and here I am now.

I’ve lost the cowlick fringe and, bonus, the centre parting. The chipped tooth is still there, as indeed are two of milk teeth (my incisors)…I never lost them and my adult incisors came through next to my two front teeth, like fangs. I think the photo up the top must be one of the last of me with ‘normal’ teeth and not fangs next to my front top teeth. Happy days.

The moles are still there too, as familiar to me as the back of my hand. But there seem to be crinkly bits too, wrinkly crinkles…and grey hairs…and the presence of a small child in the photo….ah, ‘now’ I get it….narrows crinkly eyes at those Megaboys.

 

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