He’s flying the 1776 colors.
Happy Birthday to you, Mark.
Seems like just yesterday- May 26, 1976- Ft. Knox, Kentucky.
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.
surrounded by family, cloaked in hugs ( or a homemade blanket), wrapped in love
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.
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
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.
but I like this picture. A lot. It makes me happy.
A man capturing his family group on the benches at Central Park Zoo. I’d just come out of the Penguins.
To me, he looks like a conductor of an orchestra, feeling joy as he views the image of those whom he loves.