1979 was a good year for my family: My brother and sister had arrived in the world and we were all still together. My father was doing well in his job and my mother was in school at night. My father was driving a Camaro and Neil Young’s Rust Never Sleeps was in heavy rotation in our apartment. Things were finally looking good for us. So good that my parents set up an appointment to have the Sears photographer come to our house. To make sure I looked my best, my mother bought me the best suit a 5-year-old could have in 1979.
I vaguely remember this photo being taken and I recall my mother choosing this one from the proofs. I don’t recall where the stuffed Fozzie Bear came from but I can only assume from the smile on my face that it was mine and I liked it a lot. Looking at this photo I wonder why it took me so long to start wearing suits again.
After all three of us kids had our pictures taken on our own it was time for the first official group photo of my brother and sister. Clearly I’m the only one who is pleased about the fact that we we’re still taking pictures. I wouldn’t be surprised if I slept in the suit that night.
A few months after these pictures were taken the 7o’s would come to an end and with it the brief golden age of fancy suits for me and my family. Things changed for us all in the 80’s and it was a long time before I had a suit this smooth again.
Updated – You can compare the suit shown above to the kind I wear now by clicking here.