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.
Here are the Adventures of Matthew highlights.
No thought of acid-free paper or archival pigment ink when I created this.
I covered two pieces of cardboard with fabric, ironed some of that paper that was coated and would bond when it got really hot and zig-zag stitched the pages on the sewing machine.
The end papers were marbled on this one.
I entered this photo to try to win something from Cheerios but I forget what it was.
Photographed tonight in Target. You were on my mind.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATTHEW-
Miss you! Love you xxooxx
Seems like just yesterday (May 26, 1976) you arrived at Ireland Army Hospital – Fort Knox, Kentucky.
You were born exactly two years to the day from my graduation from college.
And suddenly, in a blink, it’s 38 years later!
I am proud of you and the wonderful man you have become. WOW. You have a beautiful family.
With love and gratitude on your birthday,
and of course I should have included the best present ever
Been on a bit of a Beatles kick lately….
The challenge said to find shots that weren’t just BIG but “made your jaws drop”. Hmmmm. A “wow moment”? Not simple to find.
I thought of slides of Fingal’s Cave in the Hebrides from a trip with my parents but that would mean digging in a distant closet. I went in a rowboat without a life preserver but they said the water was so cold you wouldn’t make it anyway.
Then I found the photos from a Washington trip to Dry Falls which isn’t the Grand Canyon but still astounding- well, it is when you are standing there drinking it all in. The postcard shot I managed doesn’t capture the awe of the scene. Or the grandness. Maybe tomorrow. The Western vistas just don’t accompany the one below.
Thinking of a grand moment in life, flipping through fading albums of photos made from actual FILM, I found the one to answer the grand challenge for me. A picture of a picture, true and how about that turquoise woven web lawn chair?
If I had to retitle it, I would call it “love”.
One of my favorite blogs I follow, is hosted by Frizztext in Germany. (The link is right here ) It’s fun to be part of the wordpress blogging community, supporting one another’s efforts. He is always encouraging.
You’ve seen his comments on my blogs or his alphabet challenge on fellow bloggers posts.
His posts are filled with finger style guitar music and interesting photographs, curious cats and philosophers. He publishes a daily paper that promotes photography and photographers, news of the world and provocative thoughts and subjects. He’ll tweet your post and retweet! He has a ton of followers.
Today when I was walking down the sidewalks of Powell, Ohio, I saw this Volkswagen van in the window. He came to mind. He has a VW van in his header.
This photo is for you Frizz!
Happy Birthday Laura. You are a wonderful daughter.
p.s. Check out Laura’s blog as she trains for a 1/2 marathon and prepares for her wedding!
This is a shot of a portion of my sister’s Easter display. When we lived in Germany we bought the loveliest Easter ornaments. We moved there in 1986 and the Gasthaus where we stayed had a platter of dirt with grass growing and colored eggs resting right in the grass. I thought it was so cool! I still have not reproduced that decoration yet but think about it every year.
When I was little there was a big deal
about an Easter dress and hat,
a scratchy crinoline inside.
An outfit to be photographed in–
under the blossoming cherry tree.
Little white gloves, patent leather shoes
buckle strap, new white ruffled anklets.
A purse to match.
To hold what?
An embroidered hanky, ironed.