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Rockin’ the kerchief
I’m trying to figure out what’s going on with that neckerchief. At first I thought the kid was a boy scout, but on closer examination it appears to be a ladies silk scarf. I’m not judging, I’m just asking the question.
This photo is full of ominous portent. With the Nativity scene on the floor, the wee baby Jesus is in danger of being trod on by the chubby kid with the unfortunate ascot.
Grandma is ready to serve dinner. What a sweetie!
In the early ’70s, there was a brief vogue for Apache ties, also called Apache scarves. They were named after Paris street toughs of the early 20th century, who in turn were named after the tribe of the American Southwest and Mexico.
I am guessing that, a few years after this picture, this kid fled the square Midwest to become a fashion designer in Greewich Village.
HELLO WISCONSIN
You know those motherfuckers know how to party!
Wow. Kerchief guy was my doppelganger.
There’s definitely a lime green Norge in the kitchen.
https://preview.redd.it/r7kfslhuslla1.jpeg?width=5354&format=pjpg&auto=webp&v=enabled&s=cfb3a0bf35818c42d1a43e61ff21e392bb0fa6c1
As you can tell from the picture above her bed, she really loved her son
I want this picture on my wall
Growing up in WI, every store had a huskie section
Is junior sporting a scarf..
This is wholesome.
Gary Larson’s family?
I bet they love polka.
This picture smells like the smooth, mild flavor of Chesterfield Cigarettes. Chesterfield. That’s why Ronald Reagan plans to send them to all his friends. It’s the merriest Christmas any smoker can have. Chesterfield mildness plus no unpleasant after-taste. Now buy the beautiful Christmas Card carton at your friendly local Food Fair store.
I love how he looks like a carbon copy of his gramma
you’ll only put your eye out
I went to a diner in Sheboygan that had a juke box, and I selected 21 plays of Kiss Me Polka. But after the seventh, I put it one Polka Twist.
For some strange reason, I hear polka music…. 😉
Holy shit. That could be the best photo I’ve ever seen. You’d have to pay an art director a fortune to recreate that.
Gus Polinski’s childhood photo
That picture is so perfect it looks like a parody.
( kid right)The Original assistant to the regional manager….
Don’t stand up, you can take the picture from there.
Mention my name in Sheboygan, the greatest little town in the world, mention my name, go on and mention my name, but please don’t tell them where I am!
Is that Bubbles?
The 50s didn’t hit Wisconsin till 1970. The 90s are still here once you go north of Ozaukee County.
I’d bet a bratwurst that the family name is Meyers.
I bet they play a mean game of sheepshead and/or euchre!
Looks like a Gary Larson family photo… pretty sure that’s Doug to the right.