I picked up Youngest Son and hugged him tight. It was his 9th birthday. As I squeezed him I said, "You're getting so big! I'm going to have to stop calling you 'Little Guy'!"
As he continued hugging me, he said, "I will always be your little boy."
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Last slides
Seven hundred twenty-two photos! Maybe we should set to scanning the hundreds of prints in a box.....
Even though I should be studying for a French exam, and also finishing a Counterpoint assignment, I've decided to instead offer a selection from the last slides.
There's really no reason that Big Bro is dressed in jeans and long sleeves, and I most decidedly am not. This is why I don't criticize my children for the same behavior. This also may have marked the beginning of my love for red shoes.
I distinctly remember building this with Li'l Bro and being quite proud. These blocks were my most favoritest things in the whole world.
Dad and Big Bro.
Lookin' good, Mom. Lookin' good!
I simply couldn't decide between the next two photos of Li'l Bro, so here are both of them.
Even though I should be studying for a French exam, and also finishing a Counterpoint assignment, I've decided to instead offer a selection from the last slides.
There's really no reason that Big Bro is dressed in jeans and long sleeves, and I most decidedly am not. This is why I don't criticize my children for the same behavior. This also may have marked the beginning of my love for red shoes.
I distinctly remember building this with Li'l Bro and being quite proud. These blocks were my most favoritest things in the whole world.
Dad and Big Bro.
Lookin' good, Mom. Lookin' good!
I simply couldn't decide between the next two photos of Li'l Bro, so here are both of them.
Monday, January 16, 2012
You knew there'd be more family pics.
DH scanned about 200 more, but this is all you're getting. :-)
Beautiful Mama:
Just try to get five kids to look happy for the picture.
See how high those very heavy crates are stacked? Don't try this at home. This room is a huge cooler.
Building a cistern.
Beautiful Mama:
Dad and Little Bro on Dozer with Sprayer:
Handsome Papa:
Orchard in Fall, with Dad's plane:
LOVE this pic of Mum. Compliments to the photographer (Dad):
Grandpa L. He was a fine man and true gentleman.
Happy times:
Just try to get five kids to look happy for the picture.
Tobacco harvest:
See how high those very heavy crates are stacked? Don't try this at home. This room is a huge cooler.
Building a cistern.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Humorous pics (and others) [UPDATED]
Looking through the family slides has been a blast, and they're still not all scanned! A few are notable for reasons other than extreme cuteness.
There is definitely a nose-pickin' goin' on here. (Hope she doesn't get mad at me-- she's the sweetest person in the world and I love her immensely.)
The damage on this photo makes it look like same sister's head is on fire. [Dad informs me that the girls are standing on the fresh grave of a dead horse. The grave was hard to dig....because it's for a horse. Also, the flames on the hill are the result of a Pentecostal gathering. ;-) ]
Playing dress up?
This is one of my best photos from toddlerhood.
On the surface this looks like an ordinary praying mantis. Well, it actually is an ordinary praying mantis. However, it reminds me of the time I took a cocoon into the house and hid it somewhere around the clothes dryer. Eventually, they hatched......
Adorable little brother in the outdoor smoking section of the airport.
Me as "Anne Frank" in a high school production. Yeah, go ahead and sneer, but our drama teacher (RIP) had a Master's from Yale drama school, and she was fantastic. Our productions were top-notch (for a high school.)
Curtain call for The Diary of Anne Frank. I'm still astonished that I was that much shorter than everyone else. How did that happen?
My favorite picture of my very first nephew. He was blowing out the candles, too! The clothing colors are seventies-tastic.
This poor child always got drafted as school accompanist *cue sad violin music*.
There is definitely a nose-pickin' goin' on here. (Hope she doesn't get mad at me-- she's the sweetest person in the world and I love her immensely.)
The damage on this photo makes it look like same sister's head is on fire. [Dad informs me that the girls are standing on the fresh grave of a dead horse. The grave was hard to dig....because it's for a horse. Also, the flames on the hill are the result of a Pentecostal gathering. ;-) ]
Playing dress up?
This is one of my best photos from toddlerhood.
On the surface this looks like an ordinary praying mantis. Well, it actually is an ordinary praying mantis. However, it reminds me of the time I took a cocoon into the house and hid it somewhere around the clothes dryer. Eventually, they hatched......
Adorable little brother in the outdoor smoking section of the airport.
Me as "Anne Frank" in a high school production. Yeah, go ahead and sneer, but our drama teacher (RIP) had a Master's from Yale drama school, and she was fantastic. Our productions were top-notch (for a high school.)
Curtain call for The Diary of Anne Frank. I'm still astonished that I was that much shorter than everyone else. How did that happen?
My favorite picture of my very first nephew. He was blowing out the candles, too! The clothing colors are seventies-tastic.
This poor child always got drafted as school accompanist *cue sad violin music*.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Family pics
The three oldest cutie pies, again:
We've had a bunny cake every year at Easter. Don't know when Dad starting trailing the black jelly beans behind the bunny (not shown in this photo.)
Orchard in winter.
Handsome older brother.
Mum hanging clothes in winter!
Adorable older brother, again.
Joyful Dad with (probably fourth) daughter.
Third girl crawling up the steps to the bedroom. I think we all fell down these steps multiple times, especially at night. But we only went down when we absolutely had to go to the bathroom, because we were afraid of the ghosts.
My little brother. He was always so doggone cute. He still looks exactly like this, but older and hairier.
We've had a bunny cake every year at Easter. Don't know when Dad starting trailing the black jelly beans behind the bunny (not shown in this photo.)
Orchard in winter.
Handsome older brother.
Mum hanging clothes in winter!
Adorable older brother, again.
Joyful Dad with (probably fourth) daughter.
Third girl crawling up the steps to the bedroom. I think we all fell down these steps multiple times, especially at night. But we only went down when we absolutely had to go to the bathroom, because we were afraid of the ghosts.
My little brother. He was always so doggone cute. He still looks exactly like this, but older and hairier.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Yet more family pictures
Dad and Little Brother by what appears to be a lettuce bed.
Grading apples:
A tobacco field (correct me if I'm wrong, Dad.) The farm grew tobacco between 1899 and 1964.
Grading apples:
A tobacco field (correct me if I'm wrong, Dad.) The farm grew tobacco between 1899 and 1964.
Monday, January 2, 2012
More family pictures [EDITED]
Welcome to all family and friends who are stopping by to view these bits of history.
Dad flying around the farm in le Cessna. This picture was part of a series taken for a [state] Department of Agriculture publication, although none of the pictures made it into the book. You'll probably see a few more of these in a future post.
Delicious peaches. We won't discuss how it feels to pick fuzzy peaches on a hot summer day. And we definitely won't talk about what happens when you reach around to pick a peach and the other side is being eaten by seventeen bees.
Baby Me!
Never saw this picture of Mum before now.
The last three troublemakers.
Dad flying around the farm in le Cessna. This picture was part of a series taken for a [state] Department of Agriculture publication, although none of the pictures made it into the book. You'll probably see a few more of these in a future post.
Delicious peaches. We won't discuss how it feels to pick fuzzy peaches on a hot summer day. And we definitely won't talk about what happens when you reach around to pick a peach and the other side is being eaten by seventeen bees.
Baby Me!
Never saw this picture of Mum before now.
The last three troublemakers.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
More pics because I can't resist [EDITED]
My sisters were so cute! Here are a few more scans.
The oldest two. I love the composition of this picture.
And then the oldest four. If memory serves, this was the first day of school. (EDIT: Memory serves poorly. They were dressed for church.) Mom was very particular about how her girls looked, and she sewed the dresses herself.
Oldest three. Mom made these dresses too. In fact, she made everything they wore. My parents were so proud of their little ones!
I know you're wondering-- there are seven of us, which I think of as the first four girls followed by the other three kids. I happen to be sandwiched between my two brothers.
The oldest two. I love the composition of this picture.
And then the oldest four. If memory serves, this was the first day of school. (EDIT: Memory serves poorly. They were dressed for church.) Mom was very particular about how her girls looked, and she sewed the dresses herself.
Oldest three. Mom made these dresses too. In fact, she made everything they wore. My parents were so proud of their little ones!
I know you're wondering-- there are seven of us, which I think of as the first four girls followed by the other three kids. I happen to be sandwiched between my two brothers.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Fun with scanning slides
My parents have 7.2 zillion slides from years gone by, so DH is scanning them for posterity. Some of them are badly degraded, but the software cleans them up pretty well. Have a look at my three oldest sisters. Pic is from sometime in the 1950's.
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