Lady Bug Circus

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Stephanie, you will always be my favorite sister. Thank you for all the years of support and friendship, I love you dearly. Hope it's a great day on the water.

On Valentine's day...

...it will be 17 years since this photograph was taken and I wouldn't change a thing.

Just One More Photo of my Mom (and Dad) 2007

My sister has spent 6 years looking through a huge box of slides with one of those small hand held viewers. She sorted through them and compiled a CD for me of slides from 1947 to 1960. These were photographs I had no memory of ever seeing. As I looked through them, on our computer, tears were streaming down my cheeks. This photo from 1950 is one of my favorites.

A New Vice for Our Cat 2007

                              Our indoor cat likes to eat grass. I get tired of holding it for him.

Crazy Wedding Photograph

This is an original photograph taken right out of my parents wedding album. When I was little I loved looking at the pictures and identifying family members. It wasn't until I was older that I saw this photograph differently, as the adults had seen it all along. No one has ever had an explanation for the item that appears to be protruding from my great aunt Agnes's fur coat. All we know is that it wasn't what it looks like. Be sure to click on it to enlarge.

Ladybug Story

When I was a little kid, one of the things I did to pass the time was to roam through the open fields near our house and look for ladybugs. I would collect them from the tall grass and put them on my head to crawl around in my hair. Then when I got home my mother would stand with me at the kitchen door and pick them out. I don't know why I did this or why it never seemed to bother my mother.

Dragon Boat 2007

 

It's now been 4 years since I was in Beijing. I still think about it and look at my photographs with such longing. I felt so at home there from the moment I stepped out of the plane. The air was intoxicating; wood smoke, tea,incense and cherry flowers. Anyway, that is how it smelled to me.

Growing up I had a Great Aunt Christine. She was married to my grandmother's brother. She was different than all the other women in the family. Her red hair was always "done", she wore a fur coat and corsage to family gatherings. She was sweet. As kids we picked up from the adults or on our own that she wasn't the brightest bulb in the box. The four of us kids were in my grandmother's bedroom where we were watching a beauty pageant when Aunt Christine came in and sat on the bed. She said the sweetest things about the contestants. She thought they were so beautiful or glamorous. After she left the room we mimicked her and laughed.

Aunt Christine in later years carried a photograph album around with her of pictures of her trip to Hawaii. Not a pocket sized one but we are talking wedding album big. Every where she went she had her album with her. Well. I fear I am turning into my Aunt Christine with my photos of China, however; I am not nearly as sweet or as well kept as she was. Aunt Christine, wherever you are, I am sorry.