I brought some more of my dad’s photos home to scan and now I have new incentive to resurrect the Saturday’s Old Photo posts.
This photo was taken somewhere on a trip from Minnesota to Kansas for Christmas 1974. From left to right is my dad, my mom, my sister, me, and the young man I would later marry.
The van belonged to my future husband. We used it for the trip because it was roomy enough for all of us to ride in comfort. And it would actually have been comfortable if it’d had a better heater. Perhaps the chilly ride is the explanation for my dad’s Russian look.
I am 19 years old, the same age my youngest son is right now. Before Christmas is over, I will be engaged, and the coming June, I will be married.
My kids find that strange. They can’t imagine taking on the responsibility of marriage so young, and while we were still students. I never regretted it, even for a second. Extended adolescence, you know, is overrated.