Telling a story without words. Sequence.
Reviewing these photos from the archives, I’d say I was an observer, not a participant.
Photos taken six years ago.
How a family grows-
with my mother’s grandmother and great-grandmother seated- Durand Illinois- my mother born in 1912
Marian Van Sickle in the middle with her brothers on either side John(l) and Robert(r) with parents Judd and Charlotte Van Sickle
Me in Germany 1983 with Laura (’83) Mark (’76) and Matthew(’80)
On the left, Laura (and James) expecting first baby and Mark (back right) with his family- Erika, Anna, Michael, John Patrick (Jack) and Maura and my sister in the middle back and Erika with her mother and father and aunts and cousins and Henry in the front.
What a special day for grandson John Patrick (Jack)
The family gathered in to celebrate his day.
My friend Ginny planted this tree in my backyard as a memorial to my parents. When Spring comes, despite the low temps tonight, the buds cluster and bloom all along the branches.
It is a most beautiful tree.
Soon the heart shaped leaves will appear.
March 21st is grandson John Patrick’s 8th birthday.
Where does the time go? Happy Birthday Jack!
Jack and Henry
Jack at swim meet last summer 2014
Sneaking a cookie from cousin Vicci’s wedding cookie table. (Aunt Linda’s curtain veils weren’t enough)
First day of March and I’m a week
off but I’m blogging from my phone while sitting in the dark in my granddaughters room. Some of the family already headed out to a swim meet.
Here’s the vein of memory sparked by these photos – not for certain when Presidents Day started but will google.
My mother had a small cookie cuter in the shape of a hatchet.
Baked sugar cookies and the skinny dough hatchet handles would break off so easily.
She also made a pie like dessert with canned sour cherries and every so often you’d find a pit. I remember her stirring the juice on the stove with cornstarch to thicken, a crusty biscuit on top, baked.
This pie, a purchased one, reminded me of her efforts to celebrate Washington’s Birthday when I was growing up.
I’ve baked a chocolate log for Lincoln when the kids were small.
For this impromptu photo op, I pulled out the Presidents’ teapot J gave me and then remembered my parents George plate in the china cabinet.
The year mark (77-78) and I lived in Philadelphia while his dad was in Korea, my mom or dad would rock Mark in the big wooden rocker( it’s in his office now) and he’d look up at the blue plate on the wall and say “George” when you’d ask him “who’s that?”
If You Give a Kid a Camera….
Her view from the shopping cart.
Maura (who’ll be 6 next month) captured her Pap while shopping.
With her mother’s phone. They sent it to me. I asked if I could blog it.
Good one Maura. Thanks for sharing Erika. Here’s the guest blog of the day.
I thought she did well to freeze a moment in time- Saturday afternoon at Costco, after the swim meet.
Looking good, Pap!
It’s just 30 seconds long. Not sure if the link will work.
My sister’s visiting our brother in Okanogan WA and has sent a few pics from her phone. It’s considered “high desert”.
I wish I were with them.
Here are bins of firewood, stacked, ready to burn to keep warm this winter
The other day she sent a pic of these delicious peaches
like a car graveyard