Come for the politics, stay for the snark.

You are so fucked. Still, I wish you the best of luck.

In after Baud. Damn.

We do not need to pander to people who do not like what we stand for.

the 10% who apparently lack object permanence

This is dead girl, live boy, a goat, two wetsuits and a dildo territory.  oh, and pink furry handcuffs.

“Perhaps I should have considered other options.” (head-desk)

The line between political reporting and fan fiction continues to blur.

I swear, each month of 2025 will have its own history degree.

But frankly mr. cole, I’ll be happier when you get back to telling us to go fuck ourselves.

Historically it was a little unusual for the president to be an incoherent babbling moron.

When they say they are pro-life, they do not mean yours.

Giving in to doom is how we fail to fight for ourselves & one another.

Too often we confuse noise with substance. too often we confuse setbacks with defeat.

Republicans don’t lie to be believed, they lie to be repeated.

Republican also-rans: four mules fighting over a turnip.

Beware of advice from anyone for whom Democrats are “they” and not “we.”

The cruelty is the point; the law be damned.

Putin must be throwing ketchup at the walls.

My years-long effort to drive family and friends away has really paid off this year.

There are some who say that there are too many strawmen arguments on this blog.

The snowflake in chief appeared visibly frustrated when questioned by a reporter about egg prices.

Wake up. Grow up. Get in the fight.

Sometimes the world just tells you your cat is here.

Oppose, oppose, oppose. do not congratulate. this is not business as usual.

You are here: Home / Photo Blogging / Holidays – Miki – Holidays When We Were Little series

Holidays – Miki – Holidays When We Were Little series

by | 12 Comments

This post is in: , ,

On the Road is a weekday feature spotlighting reader photo submissions.

From the exotic to the familiar, whether you’re traveling or in your own backyard, we would love to see the world through your eyes.

Submit Your Photos

Christmas Day 1959 in Huntsville, Alabama. We would have been 8, 5, 4, and 3 here. (I’m the blonde kid with her eyes closed.) I’m thinking my mom did the tinsel on the tree – no way could us kids have hung that much that straight. Note that even my brother has a doll. My folks were way ahead of their time.

In addition to the annual posed picture, my dad also hauled out the big lights and took movies. Fun times. 

 

On The Road - Miki - Holidays When We Were Little series
Huntsville, Alabama December 25, 1959

Huntsville Xmas 1959

On The Road - Albatrossity - Christmas (cards) when we were little - part 2 4

As a bonus, here’s the next Christmas card in the Albatrossity series.  We’ll let him tell us what year that was.

On The Road - frosty & raven - Christmas Past 3

Adding the Raven classic to the group!

Reader Interactions

12Comments

  5. 5.

    WaterGirl

    @raven:  In previous years, I mostly focused on your “do not fuck with my sister” look to Santa.

    But today what jumps out at me is that you and Santa have locked eyes.  Looks like a fight just waiting to happen. :-)

  6. 6.

    WaterGirl

    @Trivia Man: Funny, I was never into dolls.  I think I got one when I was 5, and that was it.  Never got the doll gene, never got the “takes forever in the bathroom” gene, either.

    Maybe I was standing in the wrong line?

  7. 7.

    Lyrebird

    All these are great! And I recognized @raven: right away.  FWIW @WaterGirl: to me it just looks like Santa’s looking at him like he’s part of the team, “I see you understand the importance of our mission here” kind of thing.

  8. 8.

    WaterGirl

    @Lyrebird: Maybe.  But I’m still seeing, “don’t want nothin’ don’t start nothin'” :-)

    I love that his sister is totally oblivious to the interaction between the two of them.

  10. 10.

    dnfree

    When my husband was four, he was the middle of three brothers close in age. (Two more arrived later.). He wanted a doll and a baby buggy for Christmas (in 1948), and to his parents’ credit, he received them. He remembers pushing the buggy up and down the sidewalk.  (No photos, sadly.)

Comments are closed.