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Bringing Up the Rear


When I launched the blog, I promised to chronicle the good and bad of my seventies, and that includes what I see in the mirror.


Which brings me to the question du jour, "What has happened to my behind?"


Like my mother's, my derrière was generous in size. I have a picture of my parents on their honeymoon in Bermuda. My mother is leaning provocatively against a post. In her fashionable (for the 1930's) bathing suit, she has a very noticeable rear end. Which I inherited.


My dad liked well-rounded back sides. He was known to observe about some females, "I'd like to have that swing on my back porch." My half-sister, also well rear-endowed, once told me that she often feels like someone is following her. And then she realizes it's her.


It took me a long time to realize that my back side was flattening, possibly because I tend to concentrate on my front side which is in a constant state of un-flattening.


I don't like the new look of my behind. One more reason to be glad Peter's eyesight isn't what it used to be. Come to think of it, neither is his behind.


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Susan Adcox

When I was a teacher, I liked to introduce my students to the words callipygous and callipygian.

I've been enjoying your blog for a while now, and I mentioned it in my blog today.

Brenda Wilson Wooley

I loved this post! (By the way, I feel bad about my neck. :)

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