My parents gave me a trombone. I loved the trombone, of course. But there are all kinds of other details in this picture that take me back - and not just my dad's polyester golf shirt. ;-) The painting of Stow United Methodist Church, the picture of my paternal grandfather, Elizabeth's graduation photo, the kerosene lamp, the little flag pin I was wearing...
2.12.2010
Flashback Friday: Brass Edition
So. I've written about my days playing trombone in the high school marching band, and my recent reacquaintance with the instrument. I even posted my first public performance in eleven years. So I was really excited to happen upon this photograph - taken on my eleventh birthday.
My parents gave me a trombone. I loved the trombone, of course. But there are all kinds of other details in this picture that take me back - and not just my dad's polyester golf shirt. ;-) The painting of Stow United Methodist Church, the picture of my paternal grandfather, Elizabeth's graduation photo, the kerosene lamp, the little flag pin I was wearing...
My parents gave me a trombone. I loved the trombone, of course. But there are all kinds of other details in this picture that take me back - and not just my dad's polyester golf shirt. ;-) The painting of Stow United Methodist Church, the picture of my paternal grandfather, Elizabeth's graduation photo, the kerosene lamp, the little flag pin I was wearing...
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What a nice memory. Thanks for pointing out the details.
ReplyDeleteYou forgot the old wallpaper, the old floor, and I think there may be a troll standing behind you :)
ReplyDeleteIt was NOT polyester!
ReplyDelete*sniff*
I think I remember all of that too! Well at least I remember you....then. I love the trombone! I'm trying to talk Mo into the trombone. Any insights to persuade her?
ReplyDeleteFor a moment, I felt like I was reading an I Spy book.
ReplyDeleteHeh heh heh. Never play chicken with a scrapbooker.
ReplyDeleteoy vey. we had the exact same chairs in olive green. until 2007
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