Throwback Thursday

I believe this photograph was taken in late March of 1967. It is our traditional, line-up-on-the-couch Easter photograph. We are missing one sibling. My brother Samuel would be born about 68 days after this photograph was taken.

Left to Right: Kathleen (Kit) is holding baby Michael, Andrew, Me, Jennifer, Lori and Lucinda (Cindy).

The Easter Bunny always hid our baskets around the house. We had to search for our baskets on Easter morning. We all knew which basket was ours, but just in case, our name was written the basket's bottom. In our Easter grass-filled baskets would be: chocolate bunnies, jelly beans, malted milk robin's eggs and the Easter eggs we dyed the day before. We usually got the solid chocolate bunnies (it seemed the ears were always the first to be eaten) but one year the Easter Bunny put white chocolate Easter crosses in our baskets.

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They were pretty but like unicorns,there is no such thing as white chocolate. I discovered that fact when I first bit into the cross. I was very disappointed and did not enjoy the candy (but I am sure I ate it all). White chocolate is a derivative of chocolate and is made of cocoa butter, sugar and milk solids. Nowhere is there any cocoa powder in the list of ingredients...hence no real chocolate. There were grumblings from all of kids that Easter and I don't think white chocolate ever made it into our baskets again.

One year, my brother Andrew ate nearly all of his candy in one sitting. I remember he threw up on the couch. I do not think it was the year pictured above because the fabric is not the same. The year he threw up I believe the couch was a grayish-green material (Could Andrew's vomit have been the reason for the eventual material change?)

Look back at the photograph and you will see I have on a pair of saddle oxford shoes. They are not the traditional black on white (like my sister Jennifer is wearing) but are yellow on white. I remember shopping for those shoes. My mom would take us to Bargain Bob's to buy our school/dress shoes (it seemed to take forever to get there). I saw those shoes and fell in love with them. They were the only ones (my size...or near my size) in the store and I just had to have them. When I tried them on they were a bit tight. When my mom asked if they fit of course I said yes. My mom knew that they did not fit me well but bought them for me anyway (probably a teaching moment for me because when I did complain that they hurt my feet she said she did not want to hear about it...vanity, vanity...). That is really not a smile on my face in the photograph but a grimace of discomfort because of my pretty, yellow, saddle oxfords shoes.