Welcome to my Surprise 15th Birthday Party!
I have no idea what is going on in these photos, but yes, that’s me, in the Red shirt, being attacked on the couch, by no less than five people! Maybe they were trying to prevent me from leaving?!
Pictured here is Karin Gardner, Mark Merrill (I think), Chris Cullitan, Kevin Fritsche and Linda Steigerwaldt (my friend, who had the pool stick aimed at my jugular!)
My good friend and neighbor, Val White, threw this “Surprise” party for me, so I have her to thank for all that happened that night. (Wish I would have known about it so I didn’t dress like such a dork for it!)
These were all kids we’d been in school with, since the 7th Grade at least, and it made for one interesting get together (apparently!)
I also remember that my best friend Ann and I liked these two older guys and I have a vague memory of them showing up later that night, and it seemed so out of place, yet cool in a way. I also seem to remember some sort of make-out session, with that older boy, in a back store room, while the rest of the party carried on without me!
Enjoy the Photos!
I found these photos and for the life of me, I have no idea how they came to be!
As I said in a previous blog post, I have known Skip & Eddie for a long, long time. We saw them all the time, whenever we were at our Cottage in Indiana, where they lived. I had always assumed they were cousins of mine, since my parents, made us call their parents, “Aunt and Uncle.”
Yet, here they are, with Val White and me, as our “dates” for our High School Homecoming!
I don’t remember asking them to come…I don’t know why this happened at all!
Gotta love those “Pimp” shoes on Skip!
My Mother absolutely adored both of these guys so maybe she thought they would make good “dates” for us?! That sounds like a plausible story, so I am going to think that she was the one who invited them to come and take me and Val to the Homecoming Dance. (How embarrassing is all that?!)
Being the nice guys that they were, of course Skip & Eddie came to Chicago, to take care of the deed! I think my Dad even gave us money for dinner and it might have been the first (and last) time I ever ate lobster. I do not remember the dance at all, but I guess the photos do show that we went and they were there to go with us.
I think I was 14 in this photo! (Turns out I was 13)
UPDATE: I have talked to Val about this and she remembers us getting a lot of grief from our school friends for importing dates for the Homecoming Dance! Ah…always the rebels!