the beautiful mystery of why my brother is curling his tongue in every one of these pictures and why i decided to close my eyes in two of them is yet unsolved, but i’ll assume it has to do with spider bites.
~live and hypothesize while never knowing anything for sure except that death is inevitable and comes to all, often by way of spiders’ venom~
while visiting my great-grandpa jones at his house in malad, idaho, we were told that a great-great-aunt had died in one of the beds we were sleeping in from a black widow’s bite. somebody would inevitably wet the bed. looking back on it, i think we should have blamed it on spiders and arachnophobia.
~live and learn~
more garden scenery; more church garb.
what i most like about this picture is how much nathan is into hugging himself and that my mom is wearing a doily as part of her dress. also, the level of discomfort on everyone’s faces is a real bonus, so i’m quite glad this photo was kept in an album while all my mother’s childhood photos were forgotten, misplaced and possibly damaged by a flood in the basement of our old house.
~priorities~
i’m taking a break from my project of self-representation to give you an idea of how great our family’s sweaters really were, and why we might have chosen to don them on warm spring days.
the other idea i want to convey is that we were aesthetically minded geniuses with beautifully varied hues of hair and knit things.
buddies
new house,
new brother,
new haircut,
same kind of picture.
there are an inordinate amount of pictures of us in the backyard after church. but these don’t represent who we really were, which is to say, freaks.
the true me, of course, would have gone to my room, taken everything out of the dressers, refolded everything, and then stared at myself smiling for fifteen minutes in the mirror in the bathroom before realizing that everyone had already eaten lunch.
you’re wrong if you think we are posing.
we have probably just listened to the bodyguard soundtrack ten times, and then danced around and on the coffee table to the music on that free cd that dad got from korea air. it’s true / it’s sad / it’s who we are.
aw, this was when we all went to normandy to go to the d-day museum, which is really fun for young sensitive children.
if it looks like we have been crying, it’s probably because we were.
the sun was shining, so we decided that shorts and thick sweaters were really the best way to go.
