07 July 2006

photobooth friday


identical twins jim (my dad, on the left) and john, sometime around 1950.

I'm tellling you, it's crazy how much of ezra I see here in my dad. crazy. oh yes, this is ezra through and though-- right down to the furrowed brow (aka corrona scowl), retro buzz cut and implied stubborn streak. this photo has been slipped into the tiniest little frame and sits among an impressive army of old white vases at my parents' house. I love it, I have always loved looking at it. I hold it close to my face to really examine it, I squint as if I might catch any previously undetected details. in my head, I hear the stories my dad tells us about growing up, about the time uncle john threw a rock at the kid who wouldn't shut up. everyone loves to hear the story about the kid who screamed 'NANNYNANNYBOOBOO' so loud and so long that uncle john finally threw a rock to make him stop. now, whether or not uncle john knew that rock would fly straight into the kid's wide-open piehole and choke the taunt right out of him, well-- I don't know. but that is exactly what happened, that's how the infamous story goes. like something out of a movie. and folks, so many more stories like this. I can hear them over and over and over, I'm never bored. and I never get tired of looking at this tiny photobooth snapshot-- I am in love with the details. the matching striped shirts, how worn out and soft it is with all the folds and cracks and years. oh, I love it.

and the scrappy little twins (who just turned 60 on the first day of summer) went on to lead entirely different lives. fantastically juicy stories for another day, really-- stories that involve: an undercover narcotics cop and high school sweethearts and two hardcore marines and the vietnam war and a purple heart and thirty-plus years of coaching and harley davidson choppers and legendary drug busts and motorcycle gangs and a bible college dean of students and even a bit part in a cheech & chong movie. I'M NOT KIDDING. another photobooth friday, another photobooth friday.

can I get a photobooth friday witness? right on, my sisters:

jesC
the whole self
woof nanny
nessie noodle

13 comments:

  1. My dad was a twin also. I posted a pic too today, though it's not a booth one, and it's of my mom not my dad this time.

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  2. Oooh, I WANT to hear those stories!!

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  3. I always love the stories that I find when I pop in here.....you have a gift with words and images dear girl. And I hope you have fun with Madness this weekend!!

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  4. love love love love love... and now i'm going to email you back w/ more crazy coincidences....
    xo

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  5. Omy I alaughing so hard right now~ that is a great story about your uncle. I want to hear more too!

    you make me laugh, thanks....

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  6. yes, this is such a priceless pic. and the throwing rock story--classic!

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  7. what a great pic! You know the FIRST THING I THOUGHT was oh my goodness that is a blonde ezra!

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  8. this is so great. twins are so fascinating to me!

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  9. I am so amazed at those Corrona genes! That is definitely Ezra - especially that scowl! I love it. This is a great photo, sweetie.

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  10. So does your Dad celebrate his wedding anniversary on the exact same day as he celebrates his own birthday (and his twin brother's)??

    Wow, no excuses for him to forget, huh? :-)

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  11. what an adorable picture! love love love! and those stories do sound like a good read!

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  12. wow, they are SO twins... and your dad looks ezactly like your pics of cute ezra. i have an identical twin sis, and you posted this on our birthday! :)

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