Saturday, April 23, 2016

XMAS 1968

Probably the Christmas I remember best, because I got a box of army men (of three countries) and I played with them to death. Set up fire bases, then bombed them from across the street with dirt-ball artillery, and the assessed damages, and regrouped. I wasted a lot of time thus. You can barely see granddad on left, grandmother sitting next to mom, Paul looking stunned, Bobby unsure of her present, and me looking. . .confused?

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