Sing Happy Birthday to You ( to whichever child is holding the stem)
They make a wish
Blow the seeds into the wind.
Found on the walk home last Friday night, Columbus Ohio. iPhone capture. We just looked. They were in a neighbor’s yard.
(AKA dandelions gone to seed)
What a special day for grandson John Patrick (Jack)
The family gathered in to celebrate his day.
Thank you for the lovely bubbles in late day light, dear Granddaughter Anna.
You are a great guest blogger. I love how you see your world and capture it!
(remember the mannequin legs in the pickup truck?)
your Grandma, FF Ruthie
A gift to my sister Mary from some friends and neighbors in Mt Vernon, NY.
She wasn’t played with either, just like the italian doll I posted yesterday.
Her white clothing has yellowed even though she’s been wrapped up and tucked away.
I’m still amazed at how different angles and backgrounds create such a varied look.
You can write the captions.
Our Uncle Harold brought this doll to my sister in 1947. Mary was in Kindergarten. He was in the US Navy.
He brought the doll back from Naples.
She was a souvenir doll, not a play doll.
A couple of days ago, I put her in Mary’s NYC apartment window and photographed her from different angles.
Her straw hat wouldn’t stay on her head and I didn’t want to force it.
As I took her photo, her eyes seemed to follow me and I moved her around to try and get a good pose and shot.
Have you ever noticed how something inanimate can feel it has a life?
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?”
Laura asked me if I could find Ned. That wasn’t his name when he was purchased in 1987.
She received this Cabbage Patch Premie for her fourth birthday.
I dug around in a closet and found him, a little soiled on his feet and hands. I washed him and then his little outfit.
When I was soaking the doll hands in the suds, it looked as if he was washing his own clothes and diaper.
I’ll take him out to Laura when I visit.
It was Jack’s idea. Take a picture of him tossing his sock monkey in the air.
This weekend I got to be a useful grandma and help watch the younger 3 grandkids while Anna and her mom went to Cincinnati to a swim meet.
The bonus is I got to practice photography- catch motion, suffed animal mid-air, press the shutter, experiment with the new SONY mirrorless camera. Get a sense of the timing.
The kids were in jammies and ready for bed.
But hey, let’s throw stuffed animals in the air! Maura got the groundhog up and his shadow appeared on the wall!
Today after school I went to visit my friend Donna. She had commented that she had a doll collection when she saw the post of Barbara’s dolls last week. I asked her if I could come over and photograph her collection.
Here’s a painting of her Grandmother – Anna Kugler, born in Germany est. 1884 according to the 1940 census I was able to find. The artist is Donna’s Uncle Francis, Anna’s son. There are two more paintings he painted. The snowy back yard with the bird feeder is Donna’s parents backyard.
1940 Census found online.
Painted by Francis Kugler
Donna’s Aunt , Sister Evarista, created this nun doll c. 1950. The clothes are made from an acutal whipple and habit from the Order of St. Joseph.
Uncle Charles Goodall, Donna’s father’s brother, brought back the Koala bear from Australia in WW II.
Bride Doll used at showers for decoration