In preparing to enjoy Christmas 2019, i raided the archive of scanned slides which dear Mother diligently created (fortunately before her untimely passing) for a few to share with brothers.
In particular, brother James’ kids who received monogrammed robes from Ryoko and I for gifts, and also participated in various plays telling Christmas-related stories – both similar to these offerings.
I ventured out, moustachioed, into the wilds of Guilford complete with my inmate number for easy identification.
Along with brother Dan as a clown, no tears for this one, and brother Bob with some inappropriate cultural appropriation upon which I won’t comment upon further, we would rampage through Guilford Mews condos using pillowcases instead of plastic sacks to collect the trick or treat bounty.
As a tour host at Star Sand Private Beach Club on island of Guam. “Landlocked” by Andersen Air Force base and, as such, closed down after a terrorist incident you may have heard about in New York City.
Note: The pale one is Cmdr. “Magnum” – then entirely a civilian.
In Canadian Scouts, the highest accolade one can achieve is the Chief Scout’s Award. Requires a whole load of badges and tasks and whatnot – sorta like the US Eagle Scout i suppose.
Anyhow, as it goes, most Scouts earn this on their way out and onto Ventures (the next age bracket group) but diligent as i am, earned at a young age (was told youngest ever but no way to verify) and attended the ceremony (requiring special permission apparently) along with older brother Bob and pal Brad Coleman. Must been 1983.
What follows are artifacts and evidence to this point.
Los Cousins Banditos (not officially Spanish). Cousins Keiza and Tal along with brother Bob and me, showing significant incompetence in gun-handling ability (hasn’t changed for me but possibly for others whoa re more inclined in adult times).
“You can’t go home again” says Thomas Wolfe, and i’m cool with that as i don’t have a “home” however, there a few spots in the world that i always yearn to return to – one of which is Misasa Onsen, a small mountain town in Tottori-ken (prefecture) Japan(note: pop. approx 6500) which boasts hotsprings with exceptionally high levels of Radon/Radium (is this good for you? i dunno, not a chemist – note: radon is the gas-form).
They folklore says (as per the town’s name which translates to “Three Mornings”) that staying and bathing here for three days will cure you of all your ills. As Radium was discovered by French scientist Marie Curie, the town celebrates all things France with a statue, festival and park dedicated to the wise lady, and other Franco-accruements.
My appreciation of both pigs and superpowers rolls on with a character aptly called “Super Pig” – diligently assembled and sewn by a budding craftsman. Alas the diligence of attempted nuance was slightly compromised again by yet another pair of specs.
Brother Dan seems quite comfortable in the convict suit, James is clowning around and Bob… Well Bob seems to be wearing a coat and pants #Understated
Well, i guess Bob was technically rocking the King Tut before my (i’m just gonna say it) legendary King Tut science fair exhibit complete with costume (keep in mind, that was fifth grade science fair and I rolled in bare chested in a loincloth).
Bob however, went for a literal interpretation taking cues from from the conventional death mask portraits of the young Pharaoh (the touring exhibit had been in Seattle this year). I point this out as mine was more historically nuanced accurate for his day-to-day wear.
Dan has graduated to ghost while James plays the role of the clown which he’s never really stopped playing now that I think about it…