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Obviously these are some of my favorite photos from our family album. But, I would be willing to bet that almost everyone who visits this site has very similar shots in their own photo collections. It's obvious that we take photographs of our children at various stages of their lives and a fact that the first child always has more photograph taken than later siblings. We also love to take pictures of things that interest us.
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I'm so happy my folks chose to photograph me like this instead of buck naked laying a fuzzy blanket like a lot of my friends. And of course parents always drag these type of photographs out at the most embarrassing times. Thank you mom and dad.
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My parents ran a movie theater and I spent a lot of time there. My favorite place was the projection booth . . . partially because it was upstairs and I could watch the movies without interruption. Then there is the fact that I loved anything mechanical. I was actually operating the projectors by the time I was seven. The only drawback was that I had to stand on a film can to see out the window. |
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Remember all those photos your mom took so you could remember the good times . . . you know the times when the other kids were calling you names, like snaggle-tooth. Thanks for the memory. |
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Then there was the time that my dad got me a pony. We kept him in the back yard. I thought I was so cool . . . just like the cowboys I watched on the silver screen. That was until I decided to show off for the girl next door and wound up with a mouth full of dirt and a bruised ego. I never really liked horses much after that. |
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Now here is a photo that obviously was a mistake. It's not only a double exposure, but a triple exposure — and if I may say so is a pretty interesting photograph. With today's digital cameras you couldn't do this even if you tried. Today it would be considered artsy and creative — and to accomplish the effect you would probably have to hire a computer professional to write a program. Ah . . . . you just have to love progress! |
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Back in the day I was really big into space and science fiction. I always looked forward to the Saturday afternoons at the movies so I could see the latest adventure of Flash Gordon. And Barbara (the lady in the picture) was the first women I ever proposed to. I asked her to wait for me and she said she would. She didn't wait and married Doug . . . and I got my first car — so it all worked out. |
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Our family always talked about taking a vacation to Disneyland. It was a fun dream that never happened — as we never could afford it. This is about as close as I ever got to Donald Duck as a kid. At least until I left home and moved to California. Today Disneyland is one of my favorite places. |
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You know I look back at this very simply house that was home from the time I was born until I left home at age 18. I find it strangely interesting that no matter how pretty . . . or big . . . or expensive my others homes have been, I enjoyed living here at least as much if not more than any of the others. |
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This one man did as much an anyone in history to change the music and attitude of an entire generation. He also rocked my mom's world. The picture on the left is the photo she got at his concert in Lubbock, Texas. The one on the right is one I took many years later in San Francisco. My mom introduced me to music of Elvis, the sounds of Rock and Roll and actors like Jame Dean. She was by far the coolest person I have ever known. |
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Elvis may have rocked my mom's world, but this little lady did it for me. Brenda Lee was my first big crush. Who could ever have imagined I would someday work and tour with her. |
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Then there were the haircuts. Flattops, the DAs (duck's ass), mohawks, the greaser look, side burns and don't forget the Bill Haley curl. I had a couple of these haircuts but could never get my mom to ok the mohawk. She just couldn't stand the thought of me, a mohawk and church. My personal favorite was the greaser look with a DA. |
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We never did make it to Disneyland, but we did several driving vacations through New Mexico, Arizona and Colorado seeing all the tourist sights. And our favorite road, even before it became so popular, was Route 66. |
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Christmas in our house was always a great time for family . . . and we must have been pretty good 'cause Santa always stopped by. My favorite Christmas was the year that "Bozo the Clown" found his way to our house. |
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Since I was too young to own a car, this Cushman Eagle was the next best thing. Sooooooooo I figured that if I couldn't have a cool car then why not make what I could have as cool as possible. Check out the black and white tuck and roll upholstry and the '59 Caddy taillight. |
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As a kid in a small west Texas town, I can remember sitting on the sidewalk downtown watching cars pass through. The new models would get a thumbs up and any car from California would get two thumbs up and a smile. I knew that all the hot rods were in California and was certain one day one of them
would come driving through. It never did. But I do remember my first trip to California and the day I saw my first honest to goodness hot rod — just like it was yesterday. And once I sat down in the car I was hooked . . . for life.
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