Thursday, January 31, 2013

Photos from the olden days... the 70s

Thank you to all of you who expressed your condolences for the loss of our beloved Chuck. A part of me still can't believe he's gone, like I think he's on a business trip or something and will return soon.  There are so many of us in so much pain, but at least we have each other, just as we've had each other for decades. I am blessed to have to many old friends, and don't think I don't appreciate the new ones, too.  And the virtual ones I've never met.

There should be a word for that split second of time right after you wake up in the morning, before you remember the sadness. You know what I'm talking about?

I stole a couple of Facebook photos from Courtney, Lori, and my friend Tim that I thought you'd get a kick out of. 

This one is of me, Chuck, and Tim's wife, Susan.  Judging from my gut, I'd say this was taken in the summer of 1978 or 1979, when I was pregnant, had just given birth, or both.  (My kids were born in February 1978 and March 1979.)  It's a hideous shot of me, which shows you I don't just post pictures that make me look good.  Though that is, in fact, the case 99% of the time.

I know for sure this one was taken during the summer of 1978. All of us were at a wedding and OMG, did we get shitfaced. I was not yet 21 (you could drink at 18 back then). Chuckie was so cute.

Flash forward to I want to say the mid 90s. That's Chuck with three out of four of the Haber Honeys: my sister Lisa, me, and Lori. Chuck is holding a Pee Wee Herman magnet. Because we made him.

Since there was no friggin' way I could ever have have the big-hair style of the 80s, with my measly wisps of hair, I opted for the punk look. Oy. I remember when I got it cut, Chuck shook his head and said, "Linda, you're a beautiful girl. But that haircut... "

I could always count on Chuck to be honest.  Like the time a bunch of us were camping in Ithaca, New York, and Chuck and I decided we'd go for a swim.  I wore a brand new purple one-piece, and when I emerged from the water, Chuck said, "Hey, Linda! I can see right through your bathing suit!"  Awesome.  Alas and thank God at the same time, I have no photos of that.

Looking through the old pictures makes me long for the 70s again.  Here's a pic of Chuck and my first husband, Chris, playing guitars on our couch in our first apartment in Albany. I'll put these at 1979ish.

And one of Chris, Chuck and Tim around the same time period.  The boys are wearing ties, so something must have been going on. Chuckie always did color-coordinate his wardrobe with the surrounding artwork...

Well, I hope you enjoyed this little blast from our past.  And to anyone who ever thought, oh, Linda must have been hot back in her youth, you can see why I say I get better looking every day.

(Found that shirt in Ross a few months ago. I wore it to the hospital the last time I saw Chuck--so glad he got to see it. And he really did love Chuck Taylor Converse sneakers.  Sometime soon I'll tell you a little story about that...)

I love you all.

1 comment:

Mimi said...

Aw Linda, I feel like I met Chuck in this post.
I'm so sad for you...I hate the way life has these heartbreaking times, and all we can do is look back on the good ones, and try to enjoy any fun moments that come our way.
Sorry to be so downbeat, just how I feel.