Happy Father’s Day! A snapshot of a neighbor, my father and me in the late 1950’s. I think this is probably New Castle, PA.
Category: Phamily
Phamily – Four Generations
My great-grandmother, my grandmother, my mother, and the little one is me. This photo was taken about 55 years ago. Happy Mother’s Day!
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Phamily – Happy Mother’s Day
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Project – Charcoal Sticks
When straight wind storms blew through this year, they brought down hundreds of small sticks from the trees surrounding our yard. We collected these and used them in a campfire. Forgotten, the remains lay in the fire pit and weathered for a few weeks. Oh my! Imagine my surprise when perfect sticks of charcoal for artwork caught my eye.
A quick autograph of my initials on the surrounding fire pit bricks assured me they were art-worthy.
I collected a good amount and brought them into the house.
Although I haven’t created art with charcoal in years, I’m eager to give the homemade sticks a try. There might be a bit of frustration involved since the thinner sticks break easily, but hey, it’s an endeavor that won’t cost me more than a sheet of paper.
A good example of charcoal art can be viewed in the following video:
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Phamily – Piled High in the Front Seat
What’s your earliest memory involving another person? Recreate the scene — from the other person’s perspective.
Whoops! Took a detour from the directions…always a constant problem of mine. (Wink) The perspective is mine. 🙂 *
The caption on the photograph says “Easton, Maryland.” In my earliest memories I am with my parents and Susan, my sister. Although I am much older in the photograph, my earliest memory takes place in late March/early April of 1960. My family lived at that time in New Castle, Pennsylvania. My father was a pastor in the Pilgrim Holiness Church. How times have changed! Most cars didn’t have seatbelts. Children didn’t sit on boosters, babies weren’t strapped into car seats. In my fleeting remembrance I stood (gasp!) between my parents on the front seat of the car so I could look down on the baby sleeping in my mother’s arms. I remember my mother’s gray tweed coat and the baby swathed in layers of blankets. I wore a heavy coat and some kind of furry bonnet-type hat. I think I had a little muff to keep my hands warm. (It stays very cold in western Pennsylvania in early Spring.)That’s about all there is of that memory, but it is a good one. I remember feeling happiness piled tightly in the front seat of that car with the people who made up the whole world for me.
* “I’m of a mind that if I think deviating from the directions will make anything better…well then GO FOR IT!
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