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I recently came across this picture of me - maybe 4 or 5 years old.View attachment 73619
See, the original roots of your life! When I was in the 5th grade, we had to do a big report on a topic, not of our choosing. I picked out of a hat the subject, "Early Roads." Which sounded like the most boring topic imaginable at the time. Then I started to read about it... The foot trails in North America laid by indigenous people in ancient times that were followed by later peoples and finally became major paved highways. Historic routes in my country and others. Evidence of prehistoric trading of regionally specific goods; like seashells and parrots. I was completel intrigued after my research. I am now active in the Camino Real Association; a group that studies and visitis the sites of the original royal road used by the Indians, and then by the Spanish, to connect Mexico City to Santa Fe, in Nuevo Mexico. It connects me, in a real way, to the history of our region more than anything else could. And the Camino draws me in the same way.I just realized something about this picture. I was in kindergarten at the time, and the name of my school was El Camino!
It is "weird" hot things like that happen. We recently moved and as I was going through (yet another set of) boxes to unpack I came across an object I was baptized with.... it is a scallop shell - whichnow whole of a sudden took a completely different meaning.I just realized something about this picture. I was in kindergarten at the time, and the name of my school was El Camino!
I had gotten a couple of big white scallop shells at a garage sale, not knowing about the Camino at the time, I simply liked them. Ironically I saw "The Way" a short time later and was fascinated by the "coincidence" of those shells.I just realized something about this picture. I was in kindergarten at the time, and the name of my school was El Camino!
Missed this the first time around. My most treasured photograph (so I don't share it lightly): Easter 1953 Dad was 48 - when he died 40 years later he'd hardly changed a bit
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Me, at O Cebreiro, 50 years later
I still like popsicles!Heya ... oh dear, lockdown ... rambling mind had a thought - we meet pilgrims on Camino 'as they are' and virtually meet on the forum ... but what did we look like in our formative years, decades before we became the glorious and gorgeous heroes of Camino that we now are ..
I will start ....
Me at about 3 .. looking utterly bewildered and still stunned to find I had been born on the wrong planet by mistake ... I still am totally bewildered - (older child was my half-sister). Sandals, shorts, what not to like!!
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at about 18 passport photo .. pretending I know the ways of the world and hoping my beautiful blue eyes will make all women fall into my arms
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And now?? at 72 saggy and baggy with a head like an old coconut that has been in the sea too long
(no photo - I break camera lenses).
Well, my name is Alex(ander) and I currently live at the Arctic Circle. So that name was quite straight forwardArctic Alex certainly is a good fit for your Avatar name.
Your poor mother!My only claim to fame in my life is that i was the heaviest baby born at the hospital for 52 years at 13 pounds and 12 ozs;
... my first real hiking after my army times was also in jeans. Decades ago, but I remember quite well how bad an idea that was(...) "is it wise to hike in jeans". Safe to say I had no idea at the time.
I had! Usually before my eyes, being a young sailor on the loose in Hong Kong back in 1956How lucky you were at 18 not to have any spots!
Cheers from Oz -
Jenny
Not 100% sure, but this must have been between 15 and 18 years ago. ... most likely Dartmoor, England.View attachment 139912
So it really was your wife that gave you that great smile (in your avatar at least).View attachment 139976
This may not be quite pre-pilgrim times. It is probably from about the time of my first Camino in 1989. So I'm comparatively young.
This might have been from a passport photo sitting. We're not allowed to smile for those.So it really was your wife that gave you that great smile (in your avatar at least).
And they may still be telling them ... to their grandchildren.But it certainly generated some stories to tell
this was exactly my thought right after I typed itAnd they may still be telling them ... to their grandchildren.
Intriguing photo! Tell me more!
Ohh, tough guy with tough weapon and camouflage... so many guys' dream... I really understand if this is a big memory, but I wonder if you could carry that weight hundreds of km today.. ;-)Me and some other kind of hiking gear quite some time ago.
I have been posting too many historical photos of myself on here... so this was the last one, promise!
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Think it looks like a smart girl, nothing is cozier than the thickest, most delicious sleeping bag.. or the most spatious tent.. ;-)25 years ago in Chamonix - clearly before the internet and the ability to search for terms like "Ultra light packing", "how to fit your backpack" and "is it wise to hike in jeans". Safe to say I had no idea at the time.
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That is exactly the point! Looking at those images makes me feel old and weak ;-) Maybe I still could carry it, but I would suffer like hell ...Ohh, tough guy with tough weapon and camouflage... so many guys' dream... I really understand if this is a big memory, but I wonder if you could carry that weight hundreds of km today.. ;-)
Looking at them should make you proud, and nothing but.. *friendly heart*That is exactly the point! Looking at those images makes me feel old and weak ;-) Maybe I still could carry it, but I would suffer like hell ...
Not old enough for the 42MG-42 about 15 Kilos?
I absolutely ADORED this photo!Age, 22, at my mom's place in Montana (no running water).
Wonderful photo!It is so strange to look at this child and understand how she turned into me.
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A couple more.
My Great Grandfather, who came here from the Azores, carved these boats. I used to love to watch him work. He didn't speak English - I can just hear his voice in my head. He'd fascinate me by peeling me an orange in a long strip and never breaking it. He'd make me bamboo fishing poles and wonderful kites made from balsa wood and newspaper. Such memories! I have one of his boats that I rescued. Saving it for my grandson who is at Annapolis.
The other photo is me in my favorite outfit. Oh, how I loved Hopalong Cassidy and Roy Rogers and all of those "shoot-em-ups!" I loved riding into the sunset!
It is called old age...Ha! Kanga, you morphed!
We are all walking towards that Camino...some just get there sooner than others.It is called old age...