Deborah Lundbech's photos with the keyword: Deborah Lundbech

Me. Maine, 1979 Cut Polaroid.

When the second hand's soft sweep tells me That the year before has gone and now I stand grown older: I lie and cry For the bright white cake with candles I used to see; And for the children, chattering bubbles in a Babel, Who would crowd about me with popping toys Of rainbow and pink paper of crepe that stretched; And for curls of girls reciting and the jealous-eyed boys Who brought presents in ribbons of red And fed themselves with chocolate babies. Richard Fariña

Brought forward for the Vintage Photos Theme Park theme of "The 1970s". He liked me and I liked him - but not in *that* way 'cause I liked S (being pursued by B) who liked me too but couldn't get over me going out with his roommate D who was angry at me for not liking him like S but consoled himself with Sh. To say nothing of the sub plots. I'm really happy here because at the end of this extended party I'm going to Ireland and leaving all this drama behind. : ) The party was originally my goodbye party but got co-opted by Vegetable (John - nice guy) who renamed it Vegetable's 1976 Bi-Centennial Boogie. It lasted four days. And that 's the name of this album.

Me, Nicholas. The Pagoda, Kew Gardens, 1964

My friend Alan holding Amelia and me with Max. Taken with Panoramic film.

Taken in Fairfield, CT 1965. This was the first car my family had ever owned. It was a really big deal and it (she) was given a name. I don't remember how it got bashed up. It was beautiful when we first got it. I think it's a Lincoln Mercury but not sure.

Brought forward for the Vintage Photos Theme Park theme of: LEAVE-TAKING Deliriously happy. First, we're ditching our parents for three weeks of freedom. Second, we're returning to England. We'd been gone almost eight years. It was 1972. Ruth and I had saved our money (mostly babysitting) and bought cheap student plane tickets and a BritRail Pass. We're seniors in High School but I was at a hippie school where I was told to "check out the women's movement in England" Ruth went to a regular school - I forget what she was supposed to do to "justify" 3 weeks off. Our parents - not really the kind to worry (we're seventeen with no idea what we'll do for three weeks when we get over there except for a few nights at relatives) - sent us off in high spirits - lots of jokes and cracking each other up - general hilarity at the depot. In contrast, the American girl that went with us was saying an emotional goodbye to her mom who was also teary and worried. The really funny thing about this was that their reaction was so foreign to us I can remember saying in disbelief "Wait, you're not crying are you?" - not to be mean but astounded!

Auntie Joan visiting from Wales, Colin, me pregnant with Owen, and Gabriel.

I found the serious one. This is the last of my formal school photos. I didn't have one taken when I graduated from UVM. Ack, my hair needs a good trim - just what my mother was always telling me.

!955, Highams Park, London, at my Auntie Pearl's house. I am in the middle and flanked by my cousins - Heather and John. I love the one string of lights and the cotton wool on the top branches only.

I've been tagged by Janet and I'm finally getting to it on a three day weekend. It's an interesting task to itemize yourself like this. I tended to want to qualify everything, but here I am - unqualified. : ) 1. When I was in my teens and twenties, music was like food and drink to me - as necessary and constant - but in my thirties, when I had kids, all I craved was silence - so vast swaths of 80s and 90s popular music are unknown to me. 2. I'm an atheist and comfortable with that. I try not to be self-righteous. 3. I value kindness and generous hearted, good humored people. Life's too short to be a mean spirited jerk. 4. I'm a librarian and love to read. (Duh) Here are some books I've loved: The Things They Carried by Tim O' Brien High Fidelity by Nick Hornby Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace Dave Barry's Book of Bad Songs Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro Saturday by Ian McEwan Stormy Weather by Paulette Jiles Lullabies for Little Criminals by Heather O'Neil The Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein Let The Great World Spin by Colum McCann Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell Far From the Tree by David Solomon The Book of Ebebezer Le Page 5. I was featured in a medical textbook when I was 14. It wasn't for my high IQ :) 6. I've been a vegetarian since my 20s but sometimes wonder if that's self indulgent in a world with so much human misery. 7. I love to laugh. That sounds fatuous but I REALLY love to laugh the kind of laugh when you're falling all over someone to keep yourself from falling down, your stomach muscles hurt, you're trying not to pee your pants or snort through your nose and you feel like you've run a marathon when you're finally done. Except you keep thinking about what set you off and start laughing again. I love that. 8. These were some of my life goals when I was in my 20s. I guess I wasn't enormously ambitious! 1. Travel 2. Have a girl before I was 30 3. Work with kids 4. Marry a man with curly hair who cooked 5. Move to Vermont or California 6. Live abroad AND .........................here's the breakdown 1. Yes, until my mid twenties but a lot less than I wanted. 2. Nope - 4 boys - all different all wonderful 3. Yes, I taught for years. 4. Yep, no more curly hair but he's still cooking! 5. Vermont 6. Yep, lived in Ireland 9. I don't get - I mean I REALLY don't get couples who vote different political parties. It's like - how could you live with someone with a totally different world view???? I know that people do - and I'm not meaning to sound intolerant - I just don't understand how it works. 10. I was involved with a very radical educational philosophy for years (Sudbury Valley Model) I still think it's the only educational model worthy of the label "paradigm shift." 11. What the hell. I'll do an extra one. I'm Left Left Left all the way but the left can still drive me crazy. I'm also (this should be 12 probably) part of a weekly peace vigil that meets every Friday and has done since before the invasion of Iraq. War is not the answer.

I'm about three months old. My parents had recently bought a camera with a timer and this is one of the earliest timed photos they took.

Taken for the yearbook in the summer of '71 so I'm 17 - I graduated 1972. This was one of two photos - the other was a serious one but I can't find it right now. I'll post it when I do. This was taken for the Wilbur Cross High School Yearbook but I actually ended up graduating from High School in the Community, an alternative education public option. I didn't have any other formal pictures taken between 8th and 12th grade.

Photo is a bit worse for wear - it' a wallet size teeny one. My Nana brought the dress from England when she visited. It was in "hot pink" a popular color at the time - and was a mini-dress. I'm newly allowed to wear make-up. Black pencil in my eyes and lip gloss. Still a few years away from hippiedom. This is 8th grade.

Love Lane Primary School. The following year we were given plastic flowers to hold, but these are real dahlias (which I'm trying to grow for the first time myself, this year.) I was wearing a dress my mother made - a pale yellow strip print with this large collar - I loved it. I'm sure she knit the sweater too. I'm also wearing a silver christening ring that sadly I lost long ago. I'm six.

Brought forward for the Vintage Photos Theme Park theme of: SCHOOL DAYS I forget what they call Kindergarten in England but this was it for me, although it used to be that, after turning 5, you could enter either in September or after Easter break - and I started in April so only had until then to mid July for my Kindergarten experience. It's interesting to me to see that little tuft of white hair over my ear. My mother had the same white tuft as did my eldest son. Now, of course, if I still had it it would be lost in my totally white hair!

I'm In the States now - I have no school photos for 5th or 6th grade. This is the beginning of 7th grade in 1966. I'm 12. Clearly I'm over-compensating for my earlier horridly short bangs - a happy medium would have been nice - I look like a lanky sheepdog.

Taken for the town paper for a profile story on the Librarian (me!) and the beautiful new Library. Photo taken by .:aNg31:. Thanks!