It's one of those gray and misty afternoons that often have me reminiscing and digging through the old photo boxes. Today - it's my 7th grade team basketball photo that got pulled out. With their married names in parentheses if I know them, they are as follows.... (and the spelling is only as good as my 7th grade self remembers)
Top Row: Debbie Gregorich, Carrie Erkilla (Huuki), Tina Allen, Jenny Baranowski, Linda Frankovich, Lisa Gelleto.
Middle Row: Me, Liza Locatelli (Somero), Karla Parks (Juntti), Lynn McKinstry, Rhea Kauppila (Johnson), Mary Yoe, Peggy Gasparich (Waara)
Bottom Row: Coach Heltunen, Sherry Suhonen, Jodi Pearce, Mari Kastomo (Hill), Kari Pennala (Therrian), Cathy Djerf and Julie Winsquit - okay, it's really Winquist, but I have a hard time letting go of old jokes.
I didn't play much.
I'm quite positive that it had to do with the fact that I babysat the coaches kids, and he had to try real hard then not to let anyone know I was his favorite. It had nothing at all to do with the fact that I was born completely lacking any assertive genes at all, and all my shots had this uncanny knack of circling around the rim and falling outside of it.
I excelled at bench warming and got played when we were WAAAAY ahead. Me and Julie Winsquit.
But I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the practice, I enjoyed being part of a team, I enjoyed the excitement of the games and even traveling as far as Baraga to play and I enjoy being able to pull out this picture and reminisce.
Random facts that come to mind -
- I've had sleepovers at at least 10 of their homes in my growing up years
- Four of them have received mail/Christmas cards from me in the past 12 months
- I could tell you where 15 of them lived that year
- Kari is my husband's first cousin
- Coach just retired this past spring
- Sherry was very fashion forward with her ankle socks
- Even though the photo is in b/w, I can tell you with certainty that the tube socks were all blue or blue and gray in color
- I remember that it was the game against Lake Linden that we came up with the cheer, "Our Team is Dynamite, our Team is Dynamite" complete with hand claps and foot stomping
- Three of us in that picture liked the same boy - but none of us ended up with him, but we all kissed him. Telling, isn't it.
- Feathered hair was in. Those were the Farah Fawcett years
- The photographer was funny