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Oldies...

Sometimes I look at these kinds of pics and can't believe it's me... :)

In no particular order:
I think I was around 1...

8th grade? - 13 years old

Senior in HS - 16 years old
 
Boot Camp Graduation - August 1992
On the mish... I'm not sure why I'm wearing a BYU shirt - I must have lost a bet. :)
Another Boot Camp Grad. Pic - August 1992

My grandfathers - Fredrick William Cobabe Sr (on the left) and Joseph Lucas Sellers (on the right), with my son. Check out the bowtie!

My sweet daughter Elise. She was about two?

This is my father's maternal grandfather - Leo Hampton Norris. This is exactly how I remember him - very old and very thin. I didn't know him very well, but I played taps at his funeral when I was in junior high. I played his trumpet for years.



Comments

Jeanette said…
This was a great blog post. I enjoyed the pictures. Some that looked like my good friend Bill :) long time no chat. Hope all is well with you and your family.
Bill Cobabe said…
Hey Jeanette - Yes, it's been WAY too long. All is very well with the fam, and things are going well for me as well. It's good to hear from you!

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