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Flashback Friday


That sweet little thing is me, circa 1972 (or '73 - I'm really not sure.)

I'm pretty sure my Mom made the dress.

I lived on Dow Road. The best place in the world to grow up.

Don'tcha love the bangs? Classic.

If my head was out of the way, you'd be able to see where my cat, Tuffy, ate his breakfast every morning. Back there in the kitchen, next to the fridge.

I had brothers and neighbors to play with, a Mom who was always there, a Dad who got home from work every day at 4:30, and endless woods behind my house in which to play.

Life was good in 1972 (or 3...)

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  1. Anonymous1:13 PM

    You were such a sweetie pie little Cathy Carson... I remember Tuffy and playing in the woods and singing the partridge family tunes and eating yummy grilled cheese too - very good memories... I like flashback friday...more, more, more (as a chant)...

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  2. Susie5:11 PM

    Cath- look at how precious Little Cathy was (and still is!) :)

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  3. Kelly6:48 PM

    ok, why don't we make our kids clothes anymore? I just wonder...

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  4. michelle_d7:29 PM

    Oh you are so sweet. Just adorable!

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  5. Jenny L.9:05 PM

    What a darling picture!

    Thanks for letting me know about the "boys rule" accents too. :)

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  6. Mindy Buller2:00 PM

    Awwwwe, so cute!

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  7. Anonymous10:26 PM

    I have always loved this photo of you, Cathy. You remind me of a wee church lady. So, so, pickin cute.

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  8. Marie5:51 AM

    You are TOO cute :) And I am loving the bangs...wonder if Lily would be mind if I cut her's that way someday...

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  9. Anonymous1:08 PM

    ok you couldnt be any cuter! fab pic! thanks for sharing! oh, and you are still just as cute!

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