Knowing as I do the interest in maps that the host of this blog possesses, I thought the following link would be appropriate.
What else would you do with a wooden map wrapped around a cylinder?
See it here.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Nothing like a brand new box
Found this at one of my favorite sites, 22 Words. Be sure to follow the link to the original site where you can mouse over the image for the color names.
I guess I feel like coloring now.
I guess I feel like coloring now.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Ten years to the day after 9-11-01...a few thoughts
Building up to this ten year anniversary, I’ve read a few comments online questioning the remembrance. The idea seemed to be, “It’s not healthy to cling to this, let it be in the past and move on”. I initially dismissed this as nonsense, but then a commenter drew the comparison to Pearl Harbor, and farther back to Gettysburg.
Now I’m not saying we can ever forget totally, or that we should, but there may be a point here. Some in my parents’ generation told me of Pearl Harbor, and I – and I suppose most “Boomers” – know of the significance of December the seventh. I seem to remember though that there used to be more interest in and talk about Pearl Harbor Day years ago than there has been recently. And I daresay that most people now alive would not be able to give the dates of the battle of Gettysburg.
My guess is that this 10 year anniversary of the September 11 attacks will remain the big one; sure it will be remembered and mentioned in years to come, but probably not to this degree. It just seems that people are resilient. We cope with tragedy, learn some lessons (and hopefully not forget too many of them), and move on. I’m glad that the memorials at ground zero, at the Pentagon, and at the crash site in Pennsylvania have been dedicated.
We’ve also been told that part of defeating the terrorists is to live our lives as normally as possible. We can’t let them win. But I’m confident that even if the details fade, we’ll never forget.
This time of year we see or hear the question, “Do you remember where you were on September 11, 2001?” I still do , clearly, and I posted about it a few years ago. If you’d care to read that, click here. I’ve seen other questions about “How do you think things have changed”, and “Do you feel the same as you did 10 years ago on 9-11”?
I’d have to say that some things haven’t changed for me, but one has. I’m still sickened by the unspeakable evil of the act, and I’m totally disgusted by the people overseas who danced in the streets at the news; and I don’t need to spell that out further. I’m also still amazed by the bravery of the firefighters and other first responders. They may not have felt like heroes at the moment, but they were.
One thing that has changed, I don’t feel the fear of uncertainty that I felt 10 years ago today. I still recall watching the TV on that day in stunned silence, but it’s easier to forget the details of the great billowing dust as the towers fell and sensing the fear in people fleeing the scene. In those first few hours after we realized this was a deliberate attack, we really didn’t know if this was only the beginning. Would the terrorists strike closer to home? Would our lives be in jeopardy? Would our loved ones in other places be all right?
For most people, aside from inconveniences while flying, life has returned to normal, and I’m thankful for that.
The loss of over 2,970 lives was certainly a tragedy, no doubt of that. I’ve been dwelling on a different thought today. Just imagine how many hundreds of lives were saved that day by the firefighters, police, and other first responders. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Heroes, whether they admit it or not.
I’m composing this an hour after I watched the CBS special on 9-11 Ten Years Later. It was filmed by a young man who went along with one of the NYFD crews, and included interviews from many firemen involved with the rescue and recovery…a really moving tribute.
9-11 was mentioned in Pastor’s sermon at church today. As we entered the sanctuary, we were given a card with the following prayer:
Anniversary of 9/11 Prayer (from Portals of Prayer July-September 2011)
Lord Jesus Christ, Prince of Peace, amid a world full of tribulation, You encourage us saying, “Take heart; I have overcome the world” (John 16:33). Thank you that Your peace is not the shallow, short-lived peace the world gives. By Your holy cross, You reconciled us forever to the Father, giving us the peace that passes understanding, the deep and lasting rest of sins forgiven. Grant us to know Your peace, even in the midst of troubles. Cause enmity among peoples to cease. By Your Spirit, grant that, as far as it depends on us, we may live peaceably with all. Amen.
Now I’m not saying we can ever forget totally, or that we should, but there may be a point here. Some in my parents’ generation told me of Pearl Harbor, and I – and I suppose most “Boomers” – know of the significance of December the seventh. I seem to remember though that there used to be more interest in and talk about Pearl Harbor Day years ago than there has been recently. And I daresay that most people now alive would not be able to give the dates of the battle of Gettysburg.
My guess is that this 10 year anniversary of the September 11 attacks will remain the big one; sure it will be remembered and mentioned in years to come, but probably not to this degree. It just seems that people are resilient. We cope with tragedy, learn some lessons (and hopefully not forget too many of them), and move on. I’m glad that the memorials at ground zero, at the Pentagon, and at the crash site in Pennsylvania have been dedicated.
We’ve also been told that part of defeating the terrorists is to live our lives as normally as possible. We can’t let them win. But I’m confident that even if the details fade, we’ll never forget.
This time of year we see or hear the question, “Do you remember where you were on September 11, 2001?” I still do , clearly, and I posted about it a few years ago. If you’d care to read that, click here. I’ve seen other questions about “How do you think things have changed”, and “Do you feel the same as you did 10 years ago on 9-11”?
I’d have to say that some things haven’t changed for me, but one has. I’m still sickened by the unspeakable evil of the act, and I’m totally disgusted by the people overseas who danced in the streets at the news; and I don’t need to spell that out further. I’m also still amazed by the bravery of the firefighters and other first responders. They may not have felt like heroes at the moment, but they were.
One thing that has changed, I don’t feel the fear of uncertainty that I felt 10 years ago today. I still recall watching the TV on that day in stunned silence, but it’s easier to forget the details of the great billowing dust as the towers fell and sensing the fear in people fleeing the scene. In those first few hours after we realized this was a deliberate attack, we really didn’t know if this was only the beginning. Would the terrorists strike closer to home? Would our lives be in jeopardy? Would our loved ones in other places be all right?
For most people, aside from inconveniences while flying, life has returned to normal, and I’m thankful for that.
The loss of over 2,970 lives was certainly a tragedy, no doubt of that. I’ve been dwelling on a different thought today. Just imagine how many hundreds of lives were saved that day by the firefighters, police, and other first responders. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Heroes, whether they admit it or not.
I’m composing this an hour after I watched the CBS special on 9-11 Ten Years Later. It was filmed by a young man who went along with one of the NYFD crews, and included interviews from many firemen involved with the rescue and recovery…a really moving tribute.
9-11 was mentioned in Pastor’s sermon at church today. As we entered the sanctuary, we were given a card with the following prayer:
Anniversary of 9/11 Prayer (from Portals of Prayer July-September 2011)
Lord Jesus Christ, Prince of Peace, amid a world full of tribulation, You encourage us saying, “Take heart; I have overcome the world” (John 16:33). Thank you that Your peace is not the shallow, short-lived peace the world gives. By Your holy cross, You reconciled us forever to the Father, giving us the peace that passes understanding, the deep and lasting rest of sins forgiven. Grant us to know Your peace, even in the midst of troubles. Cause enmity among peoples to cease. By Your Spirit, grant that, as far as it depends on us, we may live peaceably with all. Amen.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Happy Birthday, Mike!
In the past, I've written a few things here, and here, and here, to mark the occasion of my Cousin Mike's birthday, what with him being a good friend and co-contributor here on Poppy's Front Porch and all. I'm afraid the creative well is a bit low this year; must be the recent hot weather.
But I reminded myself of the old saying that "A picture's worth a thousand words".
I figure that's on average. A blurred, out of focus picture might be worth only 387 words, and a really great picture, like one hanging on the wall in the Louvre in Paris, would be worth 2,000 easily.
Maybe more. But, I digress...
Anyway, I searched high and low and even on the internet, so now I present to you a few images celebrating...
some of Mike's favorite things.
Remember the old ad jingle? I heard a kid sing a parody once, "McDonald's is your kind of place, hamburgers in your face". Okay that was a bit of a cheap shot...Mike loves cheesburgers and he worked in a McDonald's or two.
Then I got to thinking. Mike has loved baseball for years, in fact, he's the expert in my family.
Mike especially enjoys Cardinals' baseball.
Mike is also a big fan of Batman.
So what could be better than a picture of Batman playing baseball?
This took some searching...
I also found this during my search...
And this one was way too much fun to pass up.
And so Mike, it's late as I write this. I hope you've had a wonderful day, and if you haven't had dessert already, by all means do so. Here in a few minutes I intend to have some ice cream in your honor.
But I reminded myself of the old saying that "A picture's worth a thousand words".
I figure that's on average. A blurred, out of focus picture might be worth only 387 words, and a really great picture, like one hanging on the wall in the Louvre in Paris, would be worth 2,000 easily.
Maybe more. But, I digress...
Anyway, I searched high and low and even on the internet, so now I present to you a few images celebrating...
some of Mike's favorite things.
Remember the old ad jingle? I heard a kid sing a parody once, "McDonald's is your kind of place, hamburgers in your face". Okay that was a bit of a cheap shot...Mike loves cheesburgers and he worked in a McDonald's or two.
Then I got to thinking. Mike has loved baseball for years, in fact, he's the expert in my family.
Mike especially enjoys Cardinals' baseball.
Mike is also a big fan of Batman.
So what could be better than a picture of Batman playing baseball?
This took some searching...
I also found this during my search...
And this one was way too much fun to pass up.
And so Mike, it's late as I write this. I hope you've had a wonderful day, and if you haven't had dessert already, by all means do so. Here in a few minutes I intend to have some ice cream in your honor.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The Evening Rambler for the beginning of Summer 2011
Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader? The jury’s still out on that, tonight’s contestant dropped out rather than tackle a fifth grade social studies question. So we don’t know, and we didn’t get to see the question to test ourselves. He ended up with $7,500 though, so that’s not too shabby.
That is of course, if that’s an after tax figure, which I kind of doubt now that I think about it. It would be nice if game shows did that, figure the tax owed and send it to Uncle, since they’re giving away that money anyway. But what I heard years ago is that the contestants owe the tax on the winnings.
Seems like a shame though. You get all excited that you’ve just won $7,500, only to discover that you end up with only thirteen dollars and eighty-five cents.
Much has happened since my last Porch post. The big news in Missouri was the Joplin tornado, back on May 22 nd. Much has been said and I don’t know what I can add…the whole event and aftermath was so tragic. My sister and her family lived in Joplin in the late 1980s, so I’m somewhat familiar with the city. That area will never look the same, and the recovery will be a long one. Rumor has it that our church will send some people down there, but I’m not sure of the details, whether soon for cleanup assistance, or later for help in rebuilding. I’m not sure how much I’d be able to do if I went down there, but I have the desire to help in some way, if I can.
The Kansas City Star last Sunday had an amazing article, a collection of first person reports of survivors at St. John’s Hospital and nearby.
Since then, we’ve had several rounds of rain and thunderstorms here, but they’ve only blown the tornado sirens once. No damage here, though.
My garden is doing well with the rain and the warm weather. I have several blossoms on the tomato plants, and the cucumber plants are growing well. We got the fence up, but it still needs adjustment to make it varmint proof. I’ll have to get to that before any fruit sets on the vines. The potato plants are bigger and healthier than any I’ve ever had. I guess we finally got enough compost worked into the soil in that corner.
Father’s Day was a simple celebration. What I really wanted was to get my family around the table all at once and play a board game; we haven’t done that in too long. So we chose Pictionary, and my second daughter and my son teamed up and ran away with the game. They ought to enter a tournament.
My first daughter called from California, which was a delight. I told her that was the high point of the day so far, and said I wasn’t sure that would stand because her mom had made me a peach cobbler. I did get to “talk” to my one year old granddaughter. It wasn’t real words yet, just sounds on her part. Practice talk.
As it turned out, the cobbler was great, but I’ll rate the phone call the high point of the day.
Of course I thought of my Dad. The question came to mind, how would I respond if someone asked “What words of wisdom did your dad pass on to you?” I’m not sure how I’d reply, though I suppose if I give it some time and consideration, I'd come up with something. Dad was a very intelligent man, but also a quiet person most of the time. I’m sure he kept many things to himself, and yes, I should have asked more questions when I had the chance.
While my Mom gave me an appreciation for music and art, Dad passed to me his interest in things technical. His interest in aircraft became my interest in rocketry. And I have good memories of working side by side at his electronics workbench, putting together some Heathkit project or other.
I’ve come to believe my odd sense of humor is about an equal mix of my Mom’s general good humor and creativity (sometimes moving across the line into silliness), and Dad’s quiet, unexpected, dry humor. Interesting that I’ve included comparisons with Mom into these comments about Dad. When I think of one, I think of the other…the way it should be, I suppose. Anyway, here’s what I’ve written before on Father’s Day, if you’re interested.
One of our digital TV subchannels, 9.2, changed formats today. It was one of two weather channels, but now it’s a MeTV affiliate. So far, I’m impressed. I’ve watched parts of The Streets Of San Francisco, Gunsmoke, Bonanza, the original Hawaii Five-Oh, M*A*S*H, and the Dick Van Dyke Show.
Rumor has it they also have The Beverly Hillbillies, but I don’t know in what time slot. I’ve also read on the internet that this fall they’ll be adding Star Trek (I assume it’s The Original Series).
And…Batman.
Who needs cable?
Oh, and happy Summer!
That is of course, if that’s an after tax figure, which I kind of doubt now that I think about it. It would be nice if game shows did that, figure the tax owed and send it to Uncle, since they’re giving away that money anyway. But what I heard years ago is that the contestants owe the tax on the winnings.
Seems like a shame though. You get all excited that you’ve just won $7,500, only to discover that you end up with only thirteen dollars and eighty-five cents.
Much has happened since my last Porch post. The big news in Missouri was the Joplin tornado, back on May 22 nd. Much has been said and I don’t know what I can add…the whole event and aftermath was so tragic. My sister and her family lived in Joplin in the late 1980s, so I’m somewhat familiar with the city. That area will never look the same, and the recovery will be a long one. Rumor has it that our church will send some people down there, but I’m not sure of the details, whether soon for cleanup assistance, or later for help in rebuilding. I’m not sure how much I’d be able to do if I went down there, but I have the desire to help in some way, if I can.
The Kansas City Star last Sunday had an amazing article, a collection of first person reports of survivors at St. John’s Hospital and nearby.
Since then, we’ve had several rounds of rain and thunderstorms here, but they’ve only blown the tornado sirens once. No damage here, though.
My garden is doing well with the rain and the warm weather. I have several blossoms on the tomato plants, and the cucumber plants are growing well. We got the fence up, but it still needs adjustment to make it varmint proof. I’ll have to get to that before any fruit sets on the vines. The potato plants are bigger and healthier than any I’ve ever had. I guess we finally got enough compost worked into the soil in that corner.
Father’s Day was a simple celebration. What I really wanted was to get my family around the table all at once and play a board game; we haven’t done that in too long. So we chose Pictionary, and my second daughter and my son teamed up and ran away with the game. They ought to enter a tournament.
My first daughter called from California, which was a delight. I told her that was the high point of the day so far, and said I wasn’t sure that would stand because her mom had made me a peach cobbler. I did get to “talk” to my one year old granddaughter. It wasn’t real words yet, just sounds on her part. Practice talk.
As it turned out, the cobbler was great, but I’ll rate the phone call the high point of the day.
Of course I thought of my Dad. The question came to mind, how would I respond if someone asked “What words of wisdom did your dad pass on to you?” I’m not sure how I’d reply, though I suppose if I give it some time and consideration, I'd come up with something. Dad was a very intelligent man, but also a quiet person most of the time. I’m sure he kept many things to himself, and yes, I should have asked more questions when I had the chance.
While my Mom gave me an appreciation for music and art, Dad passed to me his interest in things technical. His interest in aircraft became my interest in rocketry. And I have good memories of working side by side at his electronics workbench, putting together some Heathkit project or other.
I’ve come to believe my odd sense of humor is about an equal mix of my Mom’s general good humor and creativity (sometimes moving across the line into silliness), and Dad’s quiet, unexpected, dry humor. Interesting that I’ve included comparisons with Mom into these comments about Dad. When I think of one, I think of the other…the way it should be, I suppose. Anyway, here’s what I’ve written before on Father’s Day, if you’re interested.
One of our digital TV subchannels, 9.2, changed formats today. It was one of two weather channels, but now it’s a MeTV affiliate. So far, I’m impressed. I’ve watched parts of The Streets Of San Francisco, Gunsmoke, Bonanza, the original Hawaii Five-Oh, M*A*S*H, and the Dick Van Dyke Show.
Rumor has it they also have The Beverly Hillbillies, but I don’t know in what time slot. I’ve also read on the internet that this fall they’ll be adding Star Trek (I assume it’s The Original Series).
And…Batman.
Who needs cable?
Oh, and happy Summer!
Friday, May 20, 2011
See you tomorrow…and Sunday
I might as well weigh in on this. Apparently there’s this fellow, Harold Camping, who heads up a church ministry somewhere, and who has quite a following. If I’m understanding the news stories right, he claims the world will end tomorrow, Saturday May 21; I think I heard at 6 p.m., but I don’t know what time zone; God’s judgement will soon follow.
Now, I try not to discuss religion much here, most of my readers know me and have an idea what I believe. Perhaps someday I’ll start another blog with a more pointed message, “Life as I see it…Here’s the Truth”!
The last thing I want to do here on Poppy’s Front Porch is to start arguments about religion. My vision for The Porch is still to reminisce about good times, and create something new from time to time…come to The Porch! We’ll have fun!
But now I think a bit of personal background is in order. Yes, I am a Christian, I have been since age 11 when I was baptized and received into membership in the Lutheran Church – Missouri Synod. Here’s part of what I believe…
Humanity was created to serve God and live in fellowship with Him. But as a result of Adam and Eve’s rebellion, we are estranged from Him and spiritually dead through our first parents’ original sin, inherited through the generations; not to mention the multitude of our own sins. All of us in our natural state are fallen and unable to reach God’s perfection. By ourselves we cannot avoid death and God’s judgment and punishment.
That’s all people through all time…with one exception.
In God’s plan of redemption when the time was right, the eternal God the Son was incarnate by the Holy Spirit of the virgin Mary. Born in Bethlehem, Jesus Christ of Nazareth taught, called disciples, healed the sick, and performed miracles. More than that, everything Jesus said and did was in complete obedience to the will of God the Father. His life of humble service was a life of perfect faith and purity. He never missed the mark, and there was no sin in Him.
But most of all, He came to ransom us. Offering himself a sacrifice on the cross, Jesus took on our sins – all of them – and took the Father’s wrath against sin in our place, to the point of death and the grave. On the third day, God raised him from the dead, and Jesus appeared to many of the disciples, who witnessed this new life. Days later, he ascended to His Father’s heavenly kingdom.
Our old sinful human nature, does not, cannot accept any of this. This one faith that saves is strictly a grace gift from God, a work of the Holy Spirit.
So what about this end of the world and imminent judgement day prediction?
As a Christian, I do believe everyone will stand before God eventually. At some point in time there will be a judgement day, Jesus Himself spoke of this. And it could happen in my lifetime, though I suppose it’s as likely – if not more likely – that due to some reason or circumstance I’ll draw my last breath and pass away as my parents, grandparents, and for that matter everyone else who has lived their natural span has done up until now.
My problem with Mr. Camping’s prediction is (and I’ll bet you’ve heard this before and were waiting for me to get to the point) found in Mark chapter 13. Jesus had spoken to his disciples about the coming downfall of the temple in Jerusalem, and Peter, James, John and Andrew asked him when this would happen. Jesus then warned them not to be deceived by false prophets who would come in His name, and not to be alarmed by wars and rumors of wars, and earthquakes in various places. Then…
“No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. Be on guard! Be alert! You do not know when that time will come.” (Mark 13:32-33 – also see Matthew 24:36).
This speaks to me of considering every day a grace gift, and a reminder to walk in the faith daily. Apparently Mr. Camping thinks he’s seen hints in scripture that clue him in to when the day and the hour will be. As interesting as such number crunching might be, it’s just not the way we’re meant to read God’s plain word.
I’m concerned that all this numerology does is set his group up to be a laughingstock on Sunday May 22, when the day dawns normally and everything will be business as usual. Worse than that, scoffers in the secular media will jump at the excuse to paint all Christians with a broad brush and call us all fools. Well, not that they need that excuse, unbelievers do that anyway.
For what it’s worth, I can vouch for the fact that most Christians I know aren’t worked up about this. All the chatter I've heard has been news articles on the internet and one mention on the local TV news.
The funny thing is, if it weren’t for the media, I never would have heard of Harold Camping. I think I did see one of the billboards, but as I was watching traffic to merge to an exit lane, I didn’t even notice who was claiming the end of the world.
I fully expect to see 6 p.m. come and go Saturday without incident, except for the media fuss about the botched prediction.
Of course I could be wrong, but in this case that would surprise me.
Now, I try not to discuss religion much here, most of my readers know me and have an idea what I believe. Perhaps someday I’ll start another blog with a more pointed message, “Life as I see it…Here’s the Truth”!
The last thing I want to do here on Poppy’s Front Porch is to start arguments about religion. My vision for The Porch is still to reminisce about good times, and create something new from time to time…come to The Porch! We’ll have fun!
But now I think a bit of personal background is in order. Yes, I am a Christian, I have been since age 11 when I was baptized and received into membership in the Lutheran Church – Missouri Synod. Here’s part of what I believe…
Humanity was created to serve God and live in fellowship with Him. But as a result of Adam and Eve’s rebellion, we are estranged from Him and spiritually dead through our first parents’ original sin, inherited through the generations; not to mention the multitude of our own sins. All of us in our natural state are fallen and unable to reach God’s perfection. By ourselves we cannot avoid death and God’s judgment and punishment.
That’s all people through all time…with one exception.
In God’s plan of redemption when the time was right, the eternal God the Son was incarnate by the Holy Spirit of the virgin Mary. Born in Bethlehem, Jesus Christ of Nazareth taught, called disciples, healed the sick, and performed miracles. More than that, everything Jesus said and did was in complete obedience to the will of God the Father. His life of humble service was a life of perfect faith and purity. He never missed the mark, and there was no sin in Him.
But most of all, He came to ransom us. Offering himself a sacrifice on the cross, Jesus took on our sins – all of them – and took the Father’s wrath against sin in our place, to the point of death and the grave. On the third day, God raised him from the dead, and Jesus appeared to many of the disciples, who witnessed this new life. Days later, he ascended to His Father’s heavenly kingdom.
Our old sinful human nature, does not, cannot accept any of this. This one faith that saves is strictly a grace gift from God, a work of the Holy Spirit.
So what about this end of the world and imminent judgement day prediction?
As a Christian, I do believe everyone will stand before God eventually. At some point in time there will be a judgement day, Jesus Himself spoke of this. And it could happen in my lifetime, though I suppose it’s as likely – if not more likely – that due to some reason or circumstance I’ll draw my last breath and pass away as my parents, grandparents, and for that matter everyone else who has lived their natural span has done up until now.
My problem with Mr. Camping’s prediction is (and I’ll bet you’ve heard this before and were waiting for me to get to the point) found in Mark chapter 13. Jesus had spoken to his disciples about the coming downfall of the temple in Jerusalem, and Peter, James, John and Andrew asked him when this would happen. Jesus then warned them not to be deceived by false prophets who would come in His name, and not to be alarmed by wars and rumors of wars, and earthquakes in various places. Then…
“No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. Be on guard! Be alert! You do not know when that time will come.” (Mark 13:32-33 – also see Matthew 24:36).
This speaks to me of considering every day a grace gift, and a reminder to walk in the faith daily. Apparently Mr. Camping thinks he’s seen hints in scripture that clue him in to when the day and the hour will be. As interesting as such number crunching might be, it’s just not the way we’re meant to read God’s plain word.
I’m concerned that all this numerology does is set his group up to be a laughingstock on Sunday May 22, when the day dawns normally and everything will be business as usual. Worse than that, scoffers in the secular media will jump at the excuse to paint all Christians with a broad brush and call us all fools. Well, not that they need that excuse, unbelievers do that anyway.
For what it’s worth, I can vouch for the fact that most Christians I know aren’t worked up about this. All the chatter I've heard has been news articles on the internet and one mention on the local TV news.
The funny thing is, if it weren’t for the media, I never would have heard of Harold Camping. I think I did see one of the billboards, but as I was watching traffic to merge to an exit lane, I didn’t even notice who was claiming the end of the world.
I fully expect to see 6 p.m. come and go Saturday without incident, except for the media fuss about the botched prediction.
Of course I could be wrong, but in this case that would surprise me.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Mom and me and the family
Happy Mothers' Day, one and all! To celebrate, here's a couple of pictures from back when...scans from slides, actually.
Colorado vacation, 1957. My sister, my mom, my dad and myself; as best as I can figure this is a park in or near either Silver Plume, or Georgetown Colorado. What I remember most about the day was I had a great time digging holes in the park with dad's rock pick.
Christmas 1966. Mom looks on as I open a gag gift from my sister.
And this only touches the surface of the family photo archives...I need to get scanning some more.
Colorado vacation, 1957. My sister, my mom, my dad and myself; as best as I can figure this is a park in or near either Silver Plume, or Georgetown Colorado. What I remember most about the day was I had a great time digging holes in the park with dad's rock pick.
Christmas 1966. Mom looks on as I open a gag gift from my sister.
And this only touches the surface of the family photo archives...I need to get scanning some more.
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