When the primitives posted photographs of their weddings last week--the thread's here in the DUmpster, somewhere--I noticed with particular interest the picture of Mrs. Alfred Packer getting hitched to Wild Bill, in 1997.
This year was the Packers' 13th wedding anniversary.
Mrs. Alfred Packer got married at the age of 38 years.
Three years ago, I had seen a then-current photograph of Mrs. Alfred Packer, posted by her self on Skins's island, in which she was riding some sort of farming implement from the 1920s or something.
When it comes to internet safety, Mrs. Alfred Packer does it right, and deserves commendation for that; the photograph showed her in a far distance, her features indistinct, betraying only that she was (is) a, uh, "big-boned" woman with white, or grey-white hair.
This was when franksolich still had a Great Reservoir of respect and admiration for the hippywife primitive, and some here might recall that I called her "Grandma" during those days of delusion.
I thought she was just a, uh, "big-boned" old woman, circa her late 60s.
When Grandma publicly alleged her age on Skins's island, I thought "no way," because of that photograph; her alleged age made her one of the young 'uns in the cooking and baking forum (one can't think of any primitive younger than her, in that forum). The defrocked warped primitive, for example, could have been her babysitter, and the "elleng" primitive could've been her mother, almost her grandmother.
So franksolich has always had a problem, reconciling the 52-year-old Mrs. Alfred Packer with that squat babushka sitting atop that Calvin-Coolidge-era farming implement.
When Mrs. Alfred Packer posted the photograph from her wedding (in 1997, remember), that one showed a woman one could reasonably assume was, well, 38 years old.
That second photograph cleared up the mystery, this contradiction between a 38-year-old-looking woman, and an upside-down paper automotive oil-filter sitting atop a tractor-towed rake, or whatever that piece of equipment was.
Marriage has not been kind to Mrs. Alfred Packer; she aged rather, uh, quickly.
Life with hippyhubby Wild Bill has obviously been no bed of roses.
The late lamented Tangerine LaBamba had hinted at that during her surprise Christmas visit here, but alas franksolich had not been paying much attention at the time she illuminated us about the beings and natures of various primitives; although a resident of Skins's island, the late lamented Tangerine LaBamba disliked the same primitives decent and civilized people dislike, which says something for her impeccable good taste.
