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Here, gathered in our beloved South Dakota, are a few members of our Williamson / Mattson Clan. Charles and Luella are to be blamed (be kind, they didn't know what they were doing). We're generally a happy bunch and somewhat intelligent (notwithstanding our tenous grasp on reality). I'm also proud to say that most of us still have our teeth.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

The American Fork Mattsons in the Early 1980's

From the Fortress of Solitude
Pleasant Grove

I came across a few pictures of our American Fork Mattson cousins taken by yours truly in the early 1980's.  I'm thinking 1983 - but I can't be sure.  The years blur as I speed through life making it difficult to anchor events in their correct corresponding years.  I blame the acceleration of time.  I want to move through life in the slow lane, but age keeps moving me right, into faster lanes along life's highway.  I'm told it is a universal phenomenon.   I don't like it.













 Joe Mattson with baby sister Candace around Christmas 1983. 






















The Mattsons visiting Temple Square, Christmastime 1983.  Front row left to right, Jake, Camille, Angie and Joe.  Back row left to right, John, Bev, Kirk and Gina.




  Jake, Angie, Joe and Camille with her back to us.










Jake, on the mat, ready to put down another challenger.





Kirk, referring one of Joe's basketball games.  All I remember about this game is the crowd.  "You suck REF!" they constantly shouted.   Kirk grew fond of the harassment and now refs college football games.  He claims to have thick skin.  I think he enjoys the attention.  



 Jake, Joe, Angie and a neighbor in the Mattson driveway.  The snow was perfect for tubing.  You'll notice my old 1972 Buick Skylark parked in the street.  It was a beauty of a car with a white vinyl roof and black carpeting.





 Camille on the tube holding on for dear life.  







Gina in the distance.  The hair gives her away.  There was also the piercing screams.  They don't come through in the picture, but believe me, they were there.




 Poor poor Angie.  Gina's screams should have scared her away from the tube of death but they didn't.
"I want a turn, I want a turn," Angie begged.  Angie got her turn.  We practically had to carry her into the house.  We checked on her very couple hours to make sure she was still breathing.



A final picture for this post.  Camille, Easter 1984.  
 The scanner doesn't like my slides very much when it digitizes them for the computer.

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