As I looked for the old photo of Hawk's Nest to post yesterday, I found this one (which I've shown before, but you may not have seen it). This photo was in either my mother's, aunt's or grandmother's photo album. I got all their photos eventually, and unfortunately they were all gone before I thought of asking who the people were. This photo cracks me up every time I see it. I have no idea who these three boys were, (or what year it was) but they never fail to make me smile. I've often thought I ought to have it blown up and framed, but never did. More's the pity. It would be a built-in smile for me every day!
Spam comments were getting so frequent on my old blog, Just Ask Judy, that I had to change the settings so that only people with Google accounts can comment. I hate that I had to do that, but I was spending time each day rejecting comments in foreign languages about products and services I have no interest in and don't want associated with my blog! If the spammers find a way to get around that stipulation, I'll have to close the comments completely. Since I still get some legitimate comments on a few of the old posts, I'd hate to do that - but I'm all about saving my time and energy these days! LOL
About three days a week, I check the obits of my hometown newspaper online. More often than not, I find someone I used to know or a friend of my parents, although even their youngest friends are getting mighty old, so most are gone already. Yesterday I saw a name; one I hadn't thought of in probably 55 or more years, a guy whom I remembered from the 4th-5th and 6th grades in South Charleston, WV. Isn't it funny how those names stick with you, even when they weren't best friends? Dean was the good friend and almost constant playmate of a kid who lived near us at the time (I can't remember his name at the moment). I think I remember that Dean wore glasses and had spiky, sandy blond hair, and was sort of scrawny and gangly (is that a word?), like most kids are when they are 8-9-10 years old. He and his buddy teased me unmercifully most of the time, although his buddy - the one whose name I can't remember - took me on my first movie date in the summer between 4th and 5th grades. I often wonder what happened to some of the kids with whom I went to elementary school. We moved every five or six years, so I lost track of many of them. Sometimes I envy people who went to the same series of schools from kindergarden through senior high, since they knew 99% of their classmates for many years. Did you do that - or did your family move often too?