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  1. Wednesday, March 29, 2017:
    Memory Day: Snapshots  This picture was taken 28 years ago, in the Fall of 1989.     As newly popular eighth graders, my sister and her friend, Laura, are showing off the finest in early 90s apparel from the Gap. I'm wearing my brand new Boy Scout shorts three sizes too large because no JC Penney's in the National Capitol area carried my size. 
  2. Wednesday, March 22, 2017:
    Memory Day: Snapshots  This picture was taken 10 years ago, in June 2007.     I'm sitting in Anna's living room in Manassas with Ella, who had just turned 2 months old, and I'm surrounded by the resident cats, Kitty and Sydney (Kydney), long before there were ferrets. I wore that new sweater pretty heavily for about two months until it accidentally ended up in the dryer and came out 3 sizes too small.   I think Kitty swallowed some geometry. 
  3. Wednesday, March 15, 2017:
    Memory Day: Snapshots  This picture was taken 27 years ago in September 1990.     One of our elder scout leaders owned land in Spotsylvania where we were allowed to camp once every month. Sometimes, these trips involved a side tour of nearby Fredericksburg where we learned boring facts about the Civil War.   I'm obviously ducking down so I don't block any of the short people in the back row. I'm also wearing my prized possession -- a laminated shark's tooth that eventually shattered after one too many uses as a hopskotch token. 
  4. Wednesday, March 08, 2017:
    Memory Day: Snapshots  This picture was taken 27 years ago in  1990 . I'm wearing my President's Physical Fitness Challenge T-shirt from my brief encounter with Arnold.     As a Boy Scout, I really got into fishing during my first foray into summer camp at Camp Sinoquipe. As whim hobbies were wont to progress in the Uri household, I had a full tackle box filled with rubbery and shiny lures and my own titanium fishing rod before the summer was out. This is a stalker photo of me fishing on the Potomac River opposite the Washington Sailing Marina.   The problem with fishing is that interest does not directly equate to catching fish. I never caught a single thing in the one or two years I tried fishing, even with worms ...
  5. Wednesday, March 01, 2017:
    Memory Day: 1990    In 1990, I was 10 going on 11 and finishing off my final year at James K. Polk Elementary School. The curriculum this year was pretty nondescript, ranging from boring World History focused mostly on Mesopotamia, to science terrariums full of aphids that always died because there was too much mold on the basement level of the school. Besides playing cornet in the band, my claim to fame was being the special safety patrol in charge of the school entrance next to the kindergarten classes. I got to stay out for five extra minutes after the first bell and left class five minutes early to make sure that anxious parents could pick up their tots. This was before the days of total school lockdown, so honestly, I pretty much just let ...
  6. Friday, February 10, 2017:
    Stuff in My Drawers Day  This letter was written over twenty one years, in September 1995, by my former band director and sometime-trumpet teacher, George Randall.     I had just returned from Governor's School interested in music composition and had two whole songs to my name,  Scintillation  and  Glossalalia March . His thoughtful comments kept me enthused about writing more music and, unlike my undergraduate professor, he never asked me to "add some wrong notes to the score so it's more exciting".   We also used tape recorders back then, as those high-quality copper-based cassette tapes were the Minidisc of their era. 
  7. Wednesday, February 08, 2017:
    Memory Day: Snapshots  This picture was taken 24 years ago, in February 1992.     As an eighth grader at Hammond Junior High, I was wearing the uniform of the Hammond Admirals concert band, ready to do our one performance per year on the football field for an awful JV football team. My sister was wearing the uniform of the high school flag corps, and my mom was wearing the pink uniform of moms of the 1990s. The main thing I recall about the uniform I was wearing was that I had the smallest size of each piece because I was tiny for an eighth grader. Thus, I had hat #1, jacket #1, and pants #1. The braids were one-size-fits-all. 
  8. Wednesday, February 01, 2017:
    Memory Day: Snapshots  This picture was taken 27 years ago, in 1990. The guy with the 80s hair was Jon, the Senior Patrol leader, and the middle guy was Eric, my Patrol Leader (I believe we were the Panther patrol).     Though I had only been in the Boy Scouts for 15 months, I was well on my way to overachieving through merit badges. At the time of this picture, I was in 7th grade (and still wearing British Knights). As the troop librarian, I carried a giant metal box (as big as I was) full of merit badge books to each meeting so people could borrow them. This lasted about a week before I subverted the natural order by indexing the collection, giving everyone a copy off the dot matrix printer, and telling them to call me on the phone if...
  9. Wednesday, January 25, 2017:
    Memory Day: Snapshots  This picture was taken 25 years ago, in December 1992.     I'm a freshman, posing with my classy lacquered Conn cornet with the Shepherd's Crook. Around my neck is an ankh, which came with the computer game,  Ultima 4  and replaced the 1" shark's tooth I found at Calvert Cliffs (which eventually wore away to nothing after being worn around my neck for years).   Though we look like a musical family, we rarely played anything together, other than endless Christmas carol sessions coordinated by my dad so he could improve on his tuba. 
  10. Wednesday, January 18, 2017:
    Memory Day: 1989    In 1989, I was 9 going on 10 and comfortable in my role as "the smart kid" younger than everyone else in the fifth grade. This was the year that the show,  Doogie Howser, M.D. , came out, so "Doogie" became one of the nicknames I got stuck with. Still, I had my close circle of friends including Aaron, Mike, Sharif, and Daniel.   I enjoyed playing the cornet, although there were no band concerts in this first year. Instead I spent most afternoons ignoring the Ed Sueta Book I practice book in favour of solo versions of the theme songs to various TV shows. I could dazzle with the theme song from the Garry Shandling show, but I hated to practice boring things.   After school, I was enrolled in...
  11. Wednesday, January 11, 2017:
    Memory Day: Snapshots  This picture was taken twenty eight years ago in April 1989.     I'm attending a camping trip with my Dad at Vint Hill Farms. He writes:    We spent two nights there and you seemed to have a good time interacting with the other scouts. You decided then that you would continue on with Boy Scouts. Because Vint Hill Farms is a military installation and I was taking pictures, some enlisted man wanted to take my camera and film. I appealed to a higher authority and the camera was returned. Hence you have the photo.    Since this was one of the few camping trips that parents attended as well, so I was living large with a pot of propane-heated baked beans and hotdogs rather than th...
  12. Wednesday, January 04, 2017:
    Memory Day: 1988  In 1988, I was 8 going on 9 and finishing out a successful 4th grade year. We had our first Family Life class, where all the boys went with Mr. Cmiel to learn about the  vas deferens  while all of the girls went next door with Mrs. Sharkey. At recess, our favorite game was to fill the tire swing with as many kids as possible and push it as high as possible until the inevitable bloody nose when kids fell out at the highest point. Our favorite game after they took down the tire swing was finding bumblebees pollinating dandelions and kicking them as hard as possible (we probably accelerated the eventual extinction of bees by thirty years). I also had my first crush on my childhood friend, Jennie, although I never did anything a...
  13. Wednesday, December 21, 2016:
    Memory Day: Snapshots  I will get back to my sequential Memory Day starting next year (next up: 1988). In the meantime, here is our annual family Christmas photo from 22 years ago in 1994. I was a junior in high school and Ellen was in her freshman year at UVA. I liked Osh Kosh B'Gosh collared shirts, British Knights, and acne.   
  14. Wednesday, December 07, 2016:
    Memory Day: Snapshots    This picture was taken at Christmas time in 1983. I'm wearing my favourite sweater that shows the designer's inability to understand the concept of wild animal perspective. My dad says that we were at the Economics and Business Department's Christmas party (he was a full-time teacher at Catholic University). The Greek Orthodox Santa was the department's administrative assistant and his costume was a really big deal for him   We would also attend a yearly event we attended where adoptive families got together and a fake Santa would give kids an early present. I was savvy enough to realize that fake Santa was fake (and had gotten the gift to give from the trunk of our car), but was just happy to get the Megatron T...
  15. Wednesday, November 16, 2016:
    Memory Day: 1987    At the age of 7 going on 8, I finished out the school year in Mrs. Hutt's third grade class and matriculated up to my favourite year of primary school. I was still a child free of obligations or regular activities, since it would be another year before I started things like band or Cub Scouts.   I don't really remember much about the summer between 3rd and 4th grade, but it was probably spent with my grandparents in Michigan taking the occasional piano lesson, getting scratched by their surly cat, Cody, and painting cheap clay sculptures that always broke after a couple days.   In the fall, I joined Mrs. Sharkey's class, yet another teacher who lived across the street from the school (these teachers...
  16. Wednesday, October 26, 2016:
    Memory Day: 1986  The second half of first grade (at the age of 6 going on 7) was an obliviously happy time. My closest friend was Jason McCabe (in the camo shirt in the front row, below) who lived in Brookville and came over to play with bulk quantities of cheap army men (with no moveable joints) in the dirt pile by my house. As a northern exposure location, it never got enough sun for plants to grow, so it remained a place to dig holes and stage large-scale strategic encounters. Sometimes, Jason would spend the night and we would take baths and sing the theme song from GI Joe (but with all of the verbs replaced by some conjugation of "burp", in an arrangement called "The Real American Burper"). I don't know what happened to the other students in the ...
  17. Wednesday, October 19, 2016:
    Memory Day: 1985  I continued to kill it in kindergarten in 1985 (at the age of 5) as shown in the progress report below, where I had  M astered everything.     In fact, the only low grade I had was in my first quarter under "Recognizes pennies and nickels", a skill that is no longer necessary in today's societies. I don't put too much weight in this grade anyways, as it's inconsistent with the final category, "Copes with change", which I got an  M  in.   I continued to play with He-Man and Transformer action figures and my favorite gum was Juicy Fruit. Unfortunately, we only kept Doublemint in the house, and getting some Juicy Fruit was a matter of pleading with my dad in the grocery store (and he ...
  18. Wednesday, October 05, 2016:
    Memory Day: 1984  In 1984, I continued to live in the weekdaily care of our babysitter, Rosa. During the hours when my sister and Rosa's sons were in school, I had sit in a room with the door closed and the TV on to such gems as  The 700 Club . I got in trouble if I changed the channel or made too much noise, but occupied most of my time with large brown bags of He-Man and Transformer (Generation 1) action figures brought from home. My action figures made me popular with the other kids that Rosa babysat in the afternoons, although one of them named Rashaad tried to steal a Transformer that turned into a bird from a cassette tape by hiding it under a bed until he could reclaim it later. I also got my earliest scar at Rosa's, when I sliced open...
  19. Wednesday, September 28, 2016:
    Memory Day: 1983  To compensate for the paucity of 1982 documentation, 1983 featured an explosion of childhood photos, all carefully developed in the darkroom my dad had built in our basement. I started the year as a 3 year old, and some of my clearest early memories involved me scaling out of my deathtrap 70s crib with the collapsible guillotine sides and heading downstairs on Saturday mornings to watch Scooby Doo. Around 8:30, we would then go with my dad to Shopper's Food Warehouse on Little River Turnpike for cheap groceries (in the years before the weekly Saturday Costco trip pushed the Shoppers trip earlier) followed by a trip to the "used bread store" where we bought just expired loafs at a discount -- not because we were poor, but just because ...
  20. Wednesday, September 21, 2016:
    Memory Day: 1982  1982 was another year from which I retain no memories of my own -- the first dribs and drabs of events I still have today don't start until 1983. According to my parents, my sister spent a good chunk of this year sick and in Children's Hospital, so there wasn't much leeway for entertaining me in the nature I had grown accustomed to.      My parents recall that I was good with puzzles very early on, and could even piece together a puzzle flipped upside down so the picture was not visible. This intelligence was also demonstrated in an earlier test at the pediatrician's, where they wanted to see if I could put a raisin in a bottle and just ended up eating the raisin.   After turning 3 in September 1...
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