Hide the Photo

This post over at Playgroups are No Place for Children reminded me of my own embarrassing mover story.

In the mid-80’s I was in the US Army, stationed in South Carolina. While there I met a guy, we got engaged, and moved in together. In fact, he is the one who had the Cavalier mix that became my first child. Anyway, one year for Christmas I got a Polaroid camera – remember those? Seems so quaint now, doesn’t it? You’d take a photo and it would spit out this gray square that magically transformed into an image right before your very eyes! While the film was more expensive than 110 film, at least you didn’t have to pay for it to be developed, or wait 2 weeks to get your pictures back. Can you believe the barbaric photo conditions we used to live under?

Being a 20-something man, my boyfriend/fiancee one day decided to be funny and snap a photo of me with that camera as I stepped out of the shower. Pure mortification ensued on my part, but at least the roll wasn’t going to be dropped off at the pharmacy for developing (where they’d probably refuse to develop it anyway!). He got a laugh at my expense and hid the photo.

A few months later we broke up and he moved out. And a few months after that I was leaving the Army and returning to New England. The movers came to pack up my stuff (oh, the gloriousness of military moves where they do all the packing and moving!). I was wandering around my house trying to stay out of the way when one of the movers sheepishly approached me with a 4×4 square and handed it to me. One look at that nearly-forgotten photo and I turned 10 shades of red as the poor mover tried not to be embarrased for himself or for me.

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3 responses to “Hide the Photo

  1. ROTFL
    Oh my, I actually still have a Polaroid, and I agree, those were totally barbaric conditions to live under, having our film held hostage for so long, and the outrageous prices we paid!
    I have a collection of creative pictures of myself, though I keep them in a specific spot where only my eyes can see, if they ever care to. I don’t burn them, because I have a hard time remembering what I looked like when I was that age!

  2. OH MY GOSH! That would be a little embarrassing, to say the least!

  3. bwahahahaha! Sorry, but that’s really funny. Actually, I wouldn’t mind a picture of myself like that from the 80s. (OK, I actually have one that was professionally done. There, I admit it.) Now? Not hardly.
    I’ve just had an epiphany. A friend of mine was in the army in the 80s stationed in Columbia, South Carolina. She was a nurse. Her first name is Magen. I know it’s a long shot, but stranger things have happened.

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