Pretty kids that aren't mine

 Lucinda is three

Sunday the 13th, my dear old Friend, Rebecca, invited us to D.C. for the birthday of her three year old daughter, Lucinda.  I was so happy to be invited that we were making all kinds of plans on finding a hotel and activities around D.C./Baltimore.  After a lot of talking, we decided just to drive down around lunch, stay a few hours and then return home.  So that's exactly what we did and it turned out perfectly.

The only people that I knew at the party were Rebecca and her daughter Lucinda.  However, the first and only time that I ever met Lucinda was when she was five months old.  She changed a little bit since then.  And finally, I did get to meet Rebecca's husband, Richie.  We call him her ghost husband because when we stayed with them three years back, he would get up before we did and return home from work after we were in bed.  So over three days, we never saw him.

Here is Rebecca.

I can't remember the name of this cute little girl or any of the other kids at the party.  But I did think that they were all so cute that I just had to take pictures of them.

Rebecca and I go way way back.  We met through a, um, a guy, who reads this blog.  That's all I'll say.  Anyway, as soon as we met, we hit it off(Rebecca and I).  I think that I may have just turned 20 and she was 18.  Can't be sure.

The back of this picture reads 072192.  That seems about right.  This picture was taken somewhere in NYC.  Good times!  There is another shot of that same day at the end.  I was going through my photo albums just now. Yes, can you believe that I have things called "photo albums".  It's true!  Here's another oldie but goodie.

Fred and Rebecca in 1991 at a party in my first apartment.  Fred has never been so wasted since.

I met Fred in April of 1990.  In December of that same year, I flew to France to visit for awhile.  I had wanted to take pictures, of course, but my Kodak Disc was out of service and Rebecca said that she would lend her camera to me.  Okay, that's fine and dandy, but I didn't have a clue as to how to use a "real" camera.  So Rebecca created an 11 page booklet/user guide for me to use.  Here is a scan of the front cover and page three.  You do know by now that I keep everything, right?

I read it on the plane

It was the best user's guide that I have ever read. So much so that I wasn't afraid to use Fred's camera.

Verzenay France, 1990.  Fred is taking a picture of me using Rebecca's camera.  I'm using his.

And Rebecca knew what she was talking about too.  She used to work in a photography studio and she was allowed to use the studio whenever she wanted to practice.  One guess who her favorite model was.

Do I look angry?

But time marches on.  Rebecca moved to D.C. to become all "Edumacated" and I went to church to find God.

That's not him by the way!  God doesn't wear glasses, silly.

Anyway, through the wonder and magic of Facebook, we found each other again.  I mean, we knew where each other was living and as I had said, we did visit briefly three years ago, but we both went back to being busy.  You know, it happens sometimes.  But the important thing is that we are Friends again.  So anyway, we went to the party and had a great time.  And while I was there, I took about 200 pictures.  My favorite ones were of the children there.  Actually, most of my favorite photos are of children.  So here are just a few.

See, I told you that they were pretty!

Rebecca's Friend, m.
p.s.  I miss those shoes.