
Wait…wait…before you go running off to read the second installment of Clay’s blogging frenzy, let’s talk about that photo.
Oh. My. Goodness, gracious, great, googley, moogley! That little spitfire leaning against the car with both hands is Clay, or it could be my son Isaac with red hair, hard to say.
Clay is pretty certain that this photo was taken on a Sunday after church because they are all dressed in their church clothes and I don’t know about you, but I was saying, “What church clothes?”. The oldest kiddo with the knobby knees is Clay’s sister and the dude with the Danny Bonaduce look is Clay’s older brother, which leaves the guy in back with the short tie and well, the same hair style that he’s sported for over thirty years, that would be Clay’s dad or as we call him, Pop.
We don’t have very many photos from Clay’s childhood. Mostly because he’s the third kid, so of the few we have I cherish them and I love the posing by those two boys in this photo. They were trouble with a capitol T. There were broken bones, bike wrecks, car wrecks and car fires just to name a few of their innocent childhood follies. Yes, they all survived and their poor dad……their poor, amazing dad, how he raised those three kids by himself I’ll never know.
Okay, now go check out Part 2. Oh, and grab some tissues, dang it.




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Goodness me – that Clay was a real little cool dude back then… And what’s this? He’s writing up a storm. Help. I can’t keep up… sob! sniff… going to get tissues now…
Were the kids all really tall or is Clay’s dad not quite so tall as he is? Or is my perspective on this once again totally screwed up because I am so short?
No, Clay towers over his dad and sibs. His dad and brother are both around 6 foot.
OH man, I just love childhood photos. This one is no exception. Great photo.
Charity
Can’t wait to finish reading this story! Starting off so great.
Man, can I just say that I wish modern photos could be developed squared with rounded edges. I absolutely love this style!
Love it! off to read part two (at work, so if I start sobbing…)
DANG IT!