Hippies …

[Janean L]

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Janean, unless that cow had a name, I'm guessing you weren't one of those d__m hippy vegetarians!   

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Actually, all of our cows (steers, to be technical) had names. And that is why I no longer eat meat. I always knew the name of whatever was in the freezer. Unsettling...

[Wendy C]

Janean, your smile is an instant give-away.  Yep, that is def. you.  

[Ravindra B]

@Virginia:

“Yes, Ravindra, I was once young and my now-white hair black - as I said, those were the days.”

Oh, come on, Virginia. That isn’t what I meant. 

I wasn’t sure if that was just a random picture from the hippie era.

Gosh, I see the resemblance now! 

And hey, white hair or not, you are still a great looker! 

BTW, tell me more about the okras.

ETA:

I wish I had my old photos.

Lost most of my prized possessions (photos, trophies, etc.) in a termite attack when I was in the US … but that is another story.

I regret having been so careless about my photographs.

Thank god, my daughter now has the few photos that didn’t get lost.

[Ravindra B]

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@Virginia F wrote:

C'mon people ... let's see your photo ... I don't want to be the only one!

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Okay, John, Rene, Pat, Wendy, Nichola, Jennifer …

You're up next! 

[Virginia F]

Yay .... let 's see some throw-back photos, but only if you're old like me!

[Wendy C]

Not a clue where pics might be; I've moved too often.  Put imaginations to work -

Surfer girl thru and thru.  Long straight blonde - usually wet.  Very, very tan.  Way too young to have passed for even an approximation of an adult when I more or less ran off to San Francisco.  That is, had I been brave enough to go topless as was the norm.  The stuffing would have filled a Kleenex box. I was either too broke to have purchased a padded bra or lacked the foresight. 

I wore a lot of flower tiaras though ....

[Virginia F]

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@Wendy C wrote:

Not a clue where pics might be; I've moved too often.  Put imaginations to work -

Surfer girl thru and thru.  Long straight blonde - usually wet.  Very, very tan.  Way too young to have passed for even an approximation of an adult when I more or less ran off to San Francisco ... had I been brave enough to go topless as was the norm.  The stuffing would have filled a Kleenex box. I was either too broke to have purchased a padded bra or lacked the foresight. 

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I don't want to imagine - time to dig up those old photos. Cmon surfer girl ... I'll believe it when I see the Polaroid.

[Wendy C]

Virginia, a similar tale to the one Ravindra shared.  Not mugged or anything but the proverbial evil stepmother who trashed all my memories - scibblings, photos, memorablia, etc. - when I was in college.  

The many moves since then have meant I always have my daughter's memories packed and stored as FRAGILE. Do Not Touch -

[Virginia F]

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@Wendy C wrote:

Virginia, a similar tale to the one Ravindra shared.  Not mugged or anything but the proverbial evil stepmother who trashed all my memories - scibblings, photos, memorablia, etc. - when I was in college.  

The many moves since then have meant I always have my daughter's memories packed and stored as FRAGILE. Do Not Touch -

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Oh ... well that's just sad, Wendy.  Hard to believe anyone could be capable of doing that to someone's memories.

[Ravindra B]

@ Virginia:

Did your post get zapped?

“Ah ... the okra. First I drew, colored and cut them out, putting little holes in the tops. I painted my face green, and fashioned a microphone out of an antique wooden spool. Needless to say it took a long time for anyone in my office (still in the B&M world then) to know who or what I was, because only one person recognized what the okra was, and after I ‘interviewed’ her, she put two and two together. Okra it's rather an unknown vegetable to a lot of people, lol.”

You have a fertile imagination and plenty of spunk.

Okra I do know very well. Thank heavens it was available at the supermarkets in the US. Okra and pita bread was a staple diet for me (in between the tater tots and pizzas).

ETA: Edited the post.