Way Back Wednesday

Is anyone else surprised that today is NOT Wednesday? This is what happens when the girls have a random Tuesday off from school. I spent most of yesterday thinking it was Monday, which means today is Tuesday, which means this photo is a day early, not a day late.
True?
Oh well, whatever day it really is .... here's the Way Back Wednesday photo:

This is one of only a handful of photos from our years in Elk Grove Village, Illinois. We moved there when I 2 and then moved away from there when I was 8. I don't remember a whole lot about Elk Grove, but I DO remember quite a few parties like this on the back patio. That's my dad, by the way -- looking very 1960s suburban, right? Handsome, too. And I'm going out on a limb and say that the dip in the foreground of the photo is my mother's famous Egg Dunk dip, made from mayo, ginger, hardboiled eggs and curry powder. In today's world it's the kind of dip you eat with vegetables, but back in the 1960s (and 70s, 80s, 90s) it was served with potato chips.

I'm also going to go out on a limb and say that there is probably some alcohol in those glasses, it being a day ending in the letter "y" and all. (Ha Ha.)

Here's a couple of things I remember about Elk Grove:

Aunt Anonymous sat in a chair that collapsed on the patio and bled all over the chair.

Terry got her finger caught in the back door of our house (I may have had something to do with that by it was a loooong time ago....) and bled all over the backseat of the car on the way to the emergency room

I once lost TWO teeth while eating the same sandwich cookie

There were actually Elk that you could go visit in a park somewhere. I think we went there one time.

The twins were born shortly before we left for New York -- but they still managed to get a write-up in the local newspaper. A write-up in which I was identified as "Tressy" because TRACY was such an unusual name for the 1960s (not.)

We had a million guppies and they all died of Ick. (A disease for fish, not a commentary on their fish tank or anything.)

There was an A&P a few blocks from our house and we regularly walked there to by candy with our friends (no parents).

We walked several miles to school each morning, back home for lunch, back to school after lunch and then home for the day. In the snow there were no phone poles to count so we were on our own.

I had a boyfriend named Ricky Stevens.

I had a best friend named Ann McNulty.

I used to watch Days of Our Lives with my mom and Mrs. Pauli next door, while they did their ironing.

I still watch Days of our Lives. But I don't iron.