Writing gives me another
excuse not to clean house.
It's All About Friendship
The last one -- Fern is 101. But her best friends, her sisters, are still very close to her heart.
Fun Monday is being hosted by Mariposa today. And, It's All About Friendship.
that is a WONDERFUL group of pictures! My brothers and I get together and manage a group shot about once every 10 years. Kind of sad that it takes us that long to be in the same place at the same time!
Makes me cry, every time. I feel so blessed to have the knowledge of our family history. The pictures are amazing. The stories are even better. Fern is such a special woman.
I love the parade of fashion - the "page girl" look in picture one to the green and yellow daisy dress in 1971..
...and its living proof that the world was black and white until sometime in the 30's or so when the first color arrived... and then to keep their memories, people used black and white film... until giving in to color for good in the 60's.
OMG! I was having goosebumps looking through the pics...how wonderful! Certainly pictures paint a thousand words...and this one paints wonderful words and memories of friendships!
Amazing is the first picture, it looks as if the hairdresser had put a pot on their heads and just cut around. The picture above the last one looks as if taken at my aunt's in Madison, the same wooden pannel and the same sofa and her friends looked also the same. Aunt Fern was very lucky to have her sisters as friends. I know a lot of women who don't talk to their sister(s) anymore, that's rather sad. I am an only child, so I can choose my friends that's also an advantage.
Hats off to these ladies for taking the time to document these times together. What a special memory for their families. I love looking at the differences in the hair styles and dress styles. My favorite is the last one. Those wrinkled little hands...
Karmyn is the host of Fun Monday this week with a subject that is near and dear to her heart. Not to mention her knees and fingers. But I mentioned them anyway. The subject? --- What's Growing In Your Garden. As soon as I signed up I grabbed my camera and headed out the back door. Alyssum, lady's mantle, gaillardia, Jupiter beard, and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember is blooming in this photo. We didn't put as many annuals in this year so I miss all the yellows and reds that we often enjoy. But, something else showed up in that surprised me. Can it be that my yard is haunted? Cheeky little ghost! A shot from the deck near the hammock shows off some ornamental grass, petunias, pond plants ... and that bold apparitio
My brother Mike emailed me this photo last night. He said this was a goodbye salute that he snapped today in his garage where this old freezer has been chugging away since 1988. That was the year our mama decided she was tired of bending over and digging through it. Besides, she no longer needed the capacity and hadn't for several years. Mike and my sister-in-law spent the next 25 years "digging" through this old freezer. My sis-in-law was very good at keeping it and the cupboards stocked. The two of them kept promising each other that "It is going to die soon, so we will just keep it until that day." Twenty-five years may seem like a very long life for a freezer. It is MUCH older than that. Sears only sold Coldspot through 1976. I thought that my parent's purchased this freezer in the sixties. My brother said he put the serial number 'on-line' and it matched a 1953 manufacturing date. Here is a close up of the make and model that
Early this moring I got a Sn@pch@t from my 13 year old granddaughter. A short video panarama of the students and the classroom in one of her 8th grade subjects. In that moment I regressed sixty years to the little rural six room school I attended. The chalk odor greeted my nose at the front entrance. The hallway seemed dark and wide from my childish perspective. The steam radiators clanked and hissed throughout the winter days. Sometimes wet gloves were set on them to dry, which reminded me of wet dog as the wool singed from the heat. What we called 'the cloackroom' was a large open ended closet that contained hooks for coats and a built in bench. As there was no cafeteria, the large closet also held our lunch boxes. So by the late afternoon the over-ripe banana peels and the left over peanut butter sandwiches were in a winning battle to offend the nostrils. I don't even need to mention the stinky boots and wet socks. But hey! The windows were push up to open
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Is that the youngest sister who in half the early pictures looks chronically displeased? Glad to see she cheered up in the later pictures. ;)
And NO I didn't jsut turn gay.
I love the parade of fashion - the "page girl" look in picture one to the green and yellow daisy dress in 1971..
...and its living proof that the world was black and white until sometime in the 30's or so when the first color arrived... and then to keep their memories, people used black and white film... until giving in to color for good in the 60's.
Thanks for playing!
are they family to you?
wow
101 amazing
My favorite is the last one. Those wrinkled little hands...
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