#TBT: Old Dave Spencer Pictures Turn Up…REALLY Old [PHOTOS]

My mom showed me some pictures the other day that turned up while she was getting things rearranged for Christmas decor. So, for Throwback Thursday, I decided to share my four favorites.

GOTCHA

It looks like I was caught, doesn't it? Who knows? In this photo, I can see a toy car, a pair of pliers, a little bowl of fake flowers, and an open book. No telling what I was up to. But it sure does look like someone surprised me, doesn't it?

WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE PINKING SHEARS?

So I'm sitting there in the recliner in the living room, one day, just watching cartoons or Gilligan's Island or something and I pick up a pair of funny-looking scissors and decide to cut a big chunk of hair out of my bangs. Pretty stupid. Thing is, my second grade class pictures were being taken in a couple of days. Dad was going to take me to the barber shop to get my hair cut to account for the huge notch, but my grandfather suggested that since I shouldn't have been playing with scissors in the first place that my hair be left alone. Hence, the photo you see. By the way, they're called pinking shears. I had no idea. As for the shirt with all the bicycles on it? I got nothin'.

CREEPY

Before the other day, I had never seen this picture. Ever. I'm pretty sure my dad took it. Obviously my penchant for being a heavy sleeper goes way back. But what I find most interesting about this picture is lurking in the corner. I really don't remember having a ventriloquist dummy, yet there one is. I think they're incredibly creepy. And this one is especially so, the way it's just way over in the corner...staring.

DY-NO-MITE

Finally, my fourth grade picture and more hair humor. First of all, what was the deal with bangs in the 70s? Second, what's the deal with my hair coming to a point? Third--and we're getting away from hair--I really must have worn that Jimmie Walker Good Times shirt a LOT for it to be as roughed up as it was. I only had had that for a couple of months--Mom bought it for me at the old Interstate Clothing Store downtown. We were always allowed to get one iron-on shirt for back-to-school. And the J.J. Evans "Dy-no-mite" tee was mine that year.