Here is a picture taken on July 22, 1970 at Yellowstone National Park. Pictured is Tony in a classic 1970's sweater, Monica- with a belly shirt and a fancy poncho that matches Loni's! I think Mom might have made these. Darron is there in his fancy brown duds and a rolly-polly belly! Then there is Mom- looking sooooo beautiful! She was so classy looking! And the other gal is Alicia- our nanny from Uruguay or another Latin American country. Funny story I heard about that situation. Apparently Mom and Dad hired her so we could all learn Spanish, but she came to America to learn English! So funny! She almost pierced my ears... which I think Mom would have had her deported for doing. Thankfully, I went and checked with Mom before letting Alicia ice my earlobe and shove a needle through it. Mom's answer was a resounding "NO!" No surprise there.
Friday, April 6, 2012
When Life Was Good
Here is a picture taken on July 22, 1970 at Yellowstone National Park. Pictured is Tony in a classic 1970's sweater, Monica- with a belly shirt and a fancy poncho that matches Loni's! I think Mom might have made these. Darron is there in his fancy brown duds and a rolly-polly belly! Then there is Mom- looking sooooo beautiful! She was so classy looking! And the other gal is Alicia- our nanny from Uruguay or another Latin American country. Funny story I heard about that situation. Apparently Mom and Dad hired her so we could all learn Spanish, but she came to America to learn English! So funny! She almost pierced my ears... which I think Mom would have had her deported for doing. Thankfully, I went and checked with Mom before letting Alicia ice my earlobe and shove a needle through it. Mom's answer was a resounding "NO!" No surprise there.
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What a great picture! I didn't know that any pictures of Alicia existed. I couldn't remember what she looked like, so thanks for posting this! I remember that she taught us how to count to ten in Spanish and the word for 'table' and a few other words. I remember thinking when I took Spanish in 6th grade that I was going to be years ahead of my English-speaking counterparts because I had had a Spanish-speaking nanny who taught us how to count to 10. When I met my best friend, Lakshmi, that year, who already spoke fluent Italian and bits and pieces of Spanish and Eastern Indian, I quickly learned how far behind I was from the get-go. I then resented Alicia for not teaching us much more than how to count to 10. Thanks, Alicia. Great memories!
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