This chalk drawing was done at Knotts Berry Farm in late 1973 or early 1974.
That's my former fiance Paul Gutierrez and me. He was 22 and I was 19 at the time.
I heard he was killed in a car accident several years after we broke up.
You know how "they" say that you should throw out a box of stuff you haven't looked inside for 5 years or more? I think that would be a big mistake. Just look what I would have missed out on!
2 Apr 1977: This picture of my 22-year-old face was made from hundreds of little
typed letters, numbers, and symbols. I got it during a Las Vegas trip with my best buddy, Peggi.
Back in September 2010, a few months after Ed and I got married, we had a big yard sale. Besides selling a lot of duplicate furniture from our merged lives, we cleaned out the rafters of one of the sheds on our property and pulled down several boxes I hadn't seen in more than a decade. What a blast from the past that was!
I made these two little pillows in 1970 or 1971. I had two little neighbor children
in Fresno, California--Murray Anne Border and Louis Apsey--draw pictures for me,
which I then embroidered onto the pillows. Sure brings back memories!
Funny to think those two little kids are in their 40s now!
I found a lot of funky old clothes I used to wear in the 1980s. Most of them I trashed, but I hung a few back in my closet because they had so many memories attached to them. When I lose some weight and can fit in them again, I may model them and share them on my blog!
My old Seminary binder, circa 1968-1972. The old worksheets inside
didn't trigger too many flashbacks, probably because in California
we had early morning Seminary (aka "Cemetery") at 6:30 a.m.
and I am NOT a morning person (aka "brain dead").
But it was fun seeing all the things I'd scribbled on the outside of the binder,
like "Carl + Mary" or "Mary loves Joe." Oh, the memories--ouch!
So my recommendation is, go ahead, open that box and enjoy!