Your friendly neighborhood blogger at 3 years old, circa 1978, at the back of our trailer in Snow Creek, standing in front of the addition we built for the new clothes dryer.
Not long before that photo, actually. The basic look has not changed much since '78, no?
I was diagnosed with severe astigmatism at 6 months old after my mom took me to an Olan Mills portrait studio and the guy said I wasn't focusing at the camera.
Mom got concerned and took me to the optometrist's office right away (actually the same guy I go to now, Dr. Joe Blackstock). She was so worried that she got my dad's Road Runner stuck in a ditch in front of the office and had to get a tow truck to pull it out.
Dr. Blackstock suggested that they wait until I was a little older, so she and Dad waited until I was 3.
By that time, I was a little scared of the doctor and his white lab coat, so a cousin of mine suggested a doctor in Columbia, South Carolina that he knew, Dr. Lonnie Randolph, who I think is the head of the local NAACP there now.
I bonded with Dr. Randolph beause he wore street clothes when he examined me and let me play with the optometric equipment, and they got me into some glasses very shortly after that.
I got more comfortable with Dr. Blackstock as I got a little older (about 6 or so), so now I can get my eyes examined 30 minutes from home instead of 5 hours.
My brother and I both had those suits. We thought we were cooler than ice cream with our butterfly collars!
When was it determined you would need glasses?
ReplyDeleteI think this look was the inspiration for your blogger photo, understandably.
She does do nice work.......
Not long before that photo, actually. The basic look has not changed much since '78, no?
ReplyDeleteI was diagnosed with severe astigmatism at 6 months old after my mom took me to an Olan Mills portrait studio and the guy said I wasn't focusing at the camera.
Mom got concerned and took me to the optometrist's office right away (actually the same guy I go to now, Dr. Joe Blackstock). She was so worried that she got my dad's Road Runner stuck in a ditch in front of the office and had to get a tow truck to pull it out.
Dr. Blackstock suggested that they wait until I was a little older, so she and Dad waited until I was 3.
By that time, I was a little scared of the doctor and his white lab coat, so a cousin of mine suggested a doctor in Columbia, South Carolina that he knew, Dr. Lonnie Randolph, who I think is the head of the local NAACP there now.
I bonded with Dr. Randolph beause he wore street clothes when he examined me and let me play with the optometric equipment, and they got me into some glasses very shortly after that.
I got more comfortable with Dr. Blackstock as I got a little older (about 6 or so), so now I can get my eyes examined 30 minutes from home instead of 5 hours.
My brother and I both had those suits. We thought we were cooler than ice cream with our butterfly collars!