POLAROIDS

These pics are from an old polaroid album in my bookcase. Some have explanations on them, some don't. Might stir up a few memories amongst the family members. They date back to 1978, when Dad and I and David went to Disneyland with Linda and Stuart. Linda was preggers with Amy and they wouldn't let her go on the wilder rides, she was really cheesed off. Good pics of the Country Squire station wagon. And remember Bootsie, the cat from hell, she and Dave would chase each other, your turn, my turn, all over the house. She ran up the drapes one day, right to the very top, and didn't know how to get back down. She was vicious too, half Burmese, Dave was covered with scratches, it's a wonder he didn't get cat-scratch fever. Remember Smokey, one of our shepherds? yes, she could sit up and beg; her one failing was her extreme fear of thunder, she'd break down the door to get in the house, and scrunched up under the kitchen table and shook all over. Remember the macrame hanging table I made for Debbie and Steve's wedding cake to hang on? There it is, sold it to somebody after for $200, the only money I ever made from advanced macrame! Except for when I taught it for Continuing Ed, they paid me $20 an hour, a fortune in those days! I loved macrame, too bad it went out of style, it will come back in again some day. How do you like the wave petunias we grew in the summer time at 9257? I had forgotten how beautiful our flowers were. The one of Dad with the tomato plant in front of him, is the famous TUMBLER tomato, they produce amazing amounts of mid size tomatoes. How I long for the tasty tomatoes fresh out of the garden, especially when I'm confronted with the cardboard field tomatoes served here at the lodge. Our tomatoes were my job, not Dad's, he had no idea how to prune them, liked eating them though! Some years I even had to can them, we had so many all ripening at the same time. We ate them constantly, stuffed ourselves with them, and still there were more every day. Camille mentioned one time about her Grandpa growing luscious tomatoes, and how wonderful they were. Well, so were our's, always. The last year I grew them I had 17 plants, that was the year after Dad passed away, 2006. I still had my little garden going full speed ahead when Steve and I sold the house in September 2006.

Have fun remembering, everybody.


















Jeff said; well, it took awhile, but i seem to have seperated the many multiple pictures, sent on single scans, by a certain someone. I didn't bother to coordinate the order of text and pictures, so it might be a bit jumbled up. I HATE TOUCHPADS.