Photograph by Helen Williams and posted with her gracious permission.

Photograph by Helen Williams and posted with her gracious permission.

The season of summer fruit.


Lone potato, curbside. Squirrel Hill, Saturday morning.

Reblogged post from ten years ago -remembering when we could be together (the Elbow Room in Pittsburgh) doesn’t even exist anymore.
“Monday night Steve and I went to dinner at the Elbow Room (Pittsburgh) to celebrate his birthday. I asked him which of his birthdays was his happiest birthday ever. “Last year!” he said. We were out at Mark and Erika’s and the kids helped blow out the candles, eyeballs for the ophthalmologist. Laura had made the cake with the kids’ help decorating it. James made him a shirt with his favorite cat Fred sniffing the flowers. Mark gave him a book about Where They are Buried and Erika found some really nice summer shirts for him. It was a fun party. His best ever! The children really make life fun! Happy Birthday(2009) Steve.”






Happy Birthday Steve.

Our Mom used to sprinkle salt on a slice.

An unexpected surprise delivered to my house. A box arrived containing a baker’s dozen of Georgia peaches from dear friends. Thank you Kristin and Rick. They not only do they look gorgeous but are the sweetest, juiciest peaches, ever. Laura had just told me on the phone, they were getting a box of peaches delivered to their Columbus Ohio home this Saturday. And then these arrived for me. ❤️





My grandfather Judd Dewitt Van Sickle had 6 siblings. His sister Jessie Van Sickle was the only one to reach young adulthood.
I’ve seen the siblings’ markers surrounding the parents’ graves in Durand, Illinois cemetery.
Jessie was Born in 1878, and she passed on May 27,1904. My cousin John said she was studying to be an opera singer. There are notes that say their mother, my Great Grandmother, Lucy Maria Judd passed from “la grippe”(influenza)

From the smocking period of my life.














