Well, I may have harassed you into it or, you may have bought into my nefarious scheme and thus led others astray.
In any case, here's the news: I find myself with an insane mother (show of hands) who seems to have saved everything, and her house is smaller and neater than mine. I don't know how she does it.
Therefore, at various times, a random assortment of ephemera finds its way into my possession.
I may explore the list at greater length another time. For example, I have in front of me right now the receipt for my Schwinn ten-speed from Lucy's Bike Shop. June, '68; I paid $57.95 plus $20 for my trade.
For the moment, I'm satisfied with the following:
Class pictures from my alma mater, Rattlesnake Grade School, Missoula, MT.
You probably didn't get here by accident so, while here, pee on the post.
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If you're in one of the pics and don't say something... well, Great White Throne... divine judgment... just sayin'.
Also, if you know any others pictured herein, hook them up.
I need a big stable of identities to steal.
Kidding!
By way of playing fair, here's me - making a living, such as it is:
Plowshare Forge.
I also have a blog where I connect with my customer base and rant about things of interest to me at the moment - and generally complain about the sorry state of the world. I never said I was good at the connecting part.
Damn it, Jim. I'm a knife maker, not a marketing specialist.
Anyway, that happens here.
Three of these have text on the back that is linked to beneath them.
Reverse of 4th grade pic.
Reverse of 6th grade pic.
Reverse of 8th grade pic.
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