You may have old KODACOLOR prints in your home, fading away.
I captured this one with my iPhone. Not much color left.
I’m posting this one to say Happy Birthday to my brother David.
I’m almost two, he’s almost 5 – in this picture of the two of us sitting on our dad’s knees in Montclair NJ.
A wife, mother, grandmother, sister, daughter.
Well loved.
A teacher, a neighbor, a knitter.
A reader.
A colleague. A friend.
I took this photo of Nora in my living room at the Greenfield Holiday Party years ago.
Her radiant smile spoke of her generous heart, her loving spirit, her sense of humor, her easy laughter. She loved her family with her all.
Nora was a loyal blog follower since the beginning of the blog 7 years ago and wrote emails in response to photos she especially liked.
Alaska. Baked Orechiette. The family.
She always had a positive word and expressed gratitude for so much.
This morning. fellow Greenfielders and all those who loved her, gathered together to celebrate her life at a lovely Mass of Christian Burial.
She will be missed.
We will remember.
Saturday morning, I hung the ersatz garland up in the front hallway and positioned the ornaments so the fronts were visible. The little embroidered dates on them surprised me. Some of my friends were serious counted cross stitchers (Aida!!) I was more of a dabbler. Focusing on smocking and knitting when time allowed although Laura wasn’t born until ’83 so that explains why there wasn’t a mouse stocking with her name on it.
A surprise gift from my sister from Arundel Ladies Booth.
My friend Joanne knit the tiny sweater years ago
One ornament from my needlepoint phase
Had to consider do I post a photo “peopled or unpeopled”?
Aunt Mary, Michael, Maura and Jack look across the Hudson River to New Jersey. Documenting the Thanksgiving vacation, saving memories of a childhood experience for reference.
Last night I was knitting the sleeves of Laura’s sweater, watching television and Steve came upstairs carrying the Schlumbergera-the species name of Christmas Cactus. He bought it a couple of weeks ago at Whole Foods. Christmas Cactus. It had bloomed. It had buds when he bought it. Flowering plants in winter appealed to him.
My mother kept a giant Sclumbergera, cascading out of a huge planter. She had a green thumb but that gene skipped me
(What a name for this pretty plant-Is a single one a Schlumberger?)
When he brought it to show me the pink blossoms, I was flooded with memories of my mother and how thrilled she was when hers bloomed. I “get it” now. I’m sure I barely paid attention to her enthusiasm then. Pang.
Wishing you a happy birthday and remembering the day you were born.
Love, Ma
Chaos: Weekly Photo Challenge do you have a junk drawer? Or two? A little dish that collects odds and ends? Stray stuff without a place to reside?
-are at my sister’s in NYC and they’re on top of our grandmother’s mirror. Nostalgia post 2
Worn such a long time ago.
Roy Joseph Hendricks
Born in Farmersville, Illinois February 26,1912
(Different shoes in the photo)
Five years ago I tried to create a recipe blog from my grandmother’s wooden recipe box and my mother’s recipe cards. I’d forgotten all about it until today when I got a notice from WordPress. Try this link to the blog A friend wrote she had trouble
getting to it
I didn’t stick with this blog for very long.
There were SIX followers. Throwback seemed as if the recipes weren’t really relevant nowadays.
It stopped seeming like such a cool idea.
But today I got a notice “Your stats are BOOMING!” On the Throwback Recipes blog. Rhubarb Cake recipe and the home page
And 65 hits (that’s booming after zero) are from El Salvador, 2 are from United States and 1 from Australia. And in just ONE hour.
So thought I would share about my abandoned blog that got rediscovered today.
Did you ever start a blog and abandon it?
It’s always nice to receive those notices from WordPress.
Here is the Chocolate Pound Cake recipe my mother made
