Throwback Thursday


One man. Two boys. Twelve kids.

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  1. Tod Kelly says:

    From row, glassesReport

    • Kazzy in reply to Tod Kelly says:

      @tod-kelly nailed it. First guest.

      Good god, the 90’s were weird.Report

      • Tod Kelly in reply to Kazzy says:

        Well, I have the unfair advantage of knowing what you look like as an adult.Report

      • Kazzy in reply to Kazzy says:

        That might be the most offensive thing anyone has ever said to me on this site. You connected my current appearance with my 12-year-old appearance? Ugh…Report

      • James Hanley in reply to Kazzy says:

        Heh, I had that same haircut. Either we had the same mom, or our moms each bought the same bowl at Montgomery Wards.Report

      • Kazzy in reply to Kazzy says:

        Bowl? No way, man. We were posh. That shit was done professionally. At a fancy lady salon.Report

      • James Hanley in reply to Kazzy says:

        So they used a gilded bowl? Or did they just wrap some velcro around your head and cut below the line?

        Sorry, but seeing that haircut takes me waaayyy back. Why did the adults in our lives allow such atrocities to happen to us?Report

      • Kazzy in reply to Kazzy says:

        No bowl, man. These ladies were artisans. They had crafted that line.

        And as bad as it was, I don’t know that it was any worse than the old-man comb over I gave myself a year or two later to look older.Report

      • Kazzy in reply to Kazzy says:


        Hot damn, man! You nailed it! The kid in the top right and I were pretty good friends… but he was “the cool kid” and worked pretty hard to be that and the act got tired, largely fitting the description you offered. The other kid in my row was a comic book kid and, last I heard, the other white guy in the top row had go to the CIA to become a chef.

        It is worth noting that the child in my avatar is a stock image and is of no relation to me. But, aside from his curly hair, there are some definite similarities (which I hadn’t really noticed until now). He’s much cuter than I ever was or will be.Report

      • Michael Drew in reply to Kazzy says:

        Intuition, baby.

        Fascinating that that’s a stock photo. I thought he was yours for sure.

        Before my latest less-than-voluntary stint in the restaurant biz, I would have been truly puzzled by “had gone to the CIA to become a chef.” But now I’m like, Oh.Report

  2. NewDealer says:

    Last row, second from right in the blue shirt.Report

  3. Kolohe says:

    Front row, not female, not glasses, not Sikh.Report

  4. James Hanley says:

    First guess is same as New Dealer’s (back row, blue shirt, right side); second guess is kid with white shirt in front row.Report

  5. Michael Drew says:

    Front row plaid.

    Comment: if you’re front row in the light-blue button-up short-sleeve job then you should give your mom some crap right back cuz what the hell is up with that huge shirt? That’s ridiculous.Report

    • NewDealer in reply to Michael Drew says:

      Oversized shirts were common then.Report

    • Michael Drew in reply to Michael Drew says:

      FTR, I didn’t really pay attention to whom Tod had picked (didn’t notice who did or didn’t have glasses; don’t remember if I even looked at the picture after reading Tod’s guess…) so… I, too, …nailed it. I was about 80% sure I as right, too.Report

      • Kazzy in reply to Michael Drew says:

        Oh, I figured as much. I doubted you knew that Tod had met me. Hell, I forgot.

        I’m curious… what made you pick that particular weird little bugger?Report

      • Michael Drew in reply to Michael Drew says:

        I knew you were probably somewhat athletic at that age, so I thought you were probably not the other guy in your row (sorry dude). And that guy on top in the blue kind of looks like a little sh*t, and I was fairly sure you were a sweet little kid. And then I reasoned from your kid’s visage in your profile pic that it was semi-likely that you had blond hair and bad eyes as a kid, so that matched up. (I guess I did consider the glasses but by that point I wasn’t thinking at all about who Tod picked. It was down to the guy JH & ND picked and you for me, and again, mainly you just look like a kid with your sunny demeanor in that pic, whereas the guy in blue looks like he probably went on to spend time writing ugly things about specific girls on the stall doors in a few years and so forth. And we all know you would never, ever, ever do anything like that, ever.)Report

      • Michael Drew in reply to Michael Drew says:

        […Yikes. That either got some laughs, or else people have reasonably decided I am a grade-A asshole myself. …Which, yes, reasonable. I’m sure dude is a lovely person.]Report

      • Kazzy in reply to Michael Drew says:

        Argh… see my response above. I fished up the threading.Report

      • Michael Drew in reply to Michael Drew says:

        I do.Report

  6. Chris says:

    I sort of guessed correctly, but I have the same advantage that Tod does. But I will say even with that advantage, it was tough, so the middle school you doesn’t look so much like the grownup you.

    After my last trip to Tennessee, I brought home some photos taken during my senior year in high school. I showed them to my girlfriend, who has known me for going on 15 years mind you, and she actually did a double take. I mean, physically. Apparently I was a little more country back then than she had expected from her knowledge of adult me.Report

    • Kazzy in reply to Chris says:

      Zazzy insists she would have had a huge crush on 12-year-old me. That makes me want to not have a crush on 30-year-old her.Report

      • Chris in reply to Kazzy says:

        Haha… it’s probably the haircut. Or the large (relative to your head) glasses, both of which were, I imagine, irresistible to middle school girls.

        R was quite clear that if she had known me at the time of those photos, she wouldn’t know me now. I think she had a brief moment during which she thought that the fact that the me in those photos ever existed meant she no longer wants to know me now.Report

      • Michael Drew in reply to Kazzy says:

        I think she had a brief moment during which she thought that the fact that the me in those photos ever existed meant she no longer wants to know me now.

        This is a very real danger in not a few instances.Report

      • Chris in reply to Kazzy says:

        In my defense, I was pretty un-country for where I was from. I mean, I didn’t have a large pickup truck with a hole in the muffler for cruising around the town square blaring Garth Brooks on Friday night. If I was downtown on a Friday night, it was to see Rocky Horror.Report

  7. Kazzy says:

    FWIW, it is pictures like this and their representation of the broader environment I went to school in (this picture is more or less representative of the school system as a whole at that time) that led me and my college roommates to have very different perception on how diverse our school was.

    “There is a black guy on our floor! HOW DIVERSE!”
    “Um… yea.. A black guy. This place is white as shit.”

    Even my wife was surprised to see it. I think for our generation, there was a certain “street cred” people sought to earn by talking about how diverse their high school was. So everyone said that. Some of us were probably slightly more accurate than others. Which doesn’t make me or my high school better than anyone else, mind you. Just that I really tended to mean it when I said it.Report

  8. ScarletNumbers says:

    How do you feel about your favorite NFL team re-signing your favorite racist?Report

  9. Mike Dwyer says:

    This is only marginally related to the original topic but my mom recently gave me a wooden box about the size of a shoebox. She knows I love family history and this was how she presented it: “Your great-grandmother lived for nearly 90 years and when she died most of her life fit into this box”

    It was almost all paperwork, mostly kind of boring but I was overwhelmed by how much time was spent dealing with Medicare and Social Security and paying for nursing homes. It makes me want to triple my 401K contributions. There were a few gems though. Letters written back and forth between her and her sons during WWII. Funeral cards from when her husband died in the 1930s. My great uncle’s birth certificate from 1932. A gas ration book. The certificate of purchase for her gravesite. It’s been fun to dig through.Report

  10. ScarletNumbers says:

    Also, there was a postcard of Gary Carter, which I labeled as “Greatest Catcher in Mets HISTORY”. Naturally, my mom presented this to my wife during a recent visit and much ridicule has abounded.

    I don’t get it. At the time he was the greatest catcher in Mets history.Report