When you receive a box of old family photographs, you go through them one by one trying to find any family similarities. Trying to see if a quirky trait of yours was passed down, a half smile the result of genetics, or even whether there is photographic proof that your best friend was a white and black spotted stuffed dog toy that stood forever, silently at your pillow waiting each night for you to come to bed.
The older you get, the more you wonder about where it is and from what experiences it was you came from. What molded you and what tiny seeds of your life sprouted in your youth that were carried over to adulthood.
Oh some things are undeniable; all of us Thomas girls were gifted with wide, large cheeked English faces. No amount of “fish-lips” could ever hide those vast areas of flesh (forever to be pinched by visiting relatives on holidays.) It’s pretty clear where those came from.
Thanks mom. Continue reading
Parents of many children have tricks they use to cut costs, and to keep order and sanity. When I was growing up in a family of seven children, one trick my mother used was to dress the girls all in the same outfit.
While it made for a great family photo, it also meant that that little pudgy one on the end (me) ended up wearing the same dress passed down from above for the next decade. Continue reading
This past weekend, not only did I accompany Trevor to his gymnastics meet at West Point (where he did well enough to qualify for finals in pommel the next day) but I also got to spend time visiting with my brother – Larry, his wife – Sue and their son – Chris. I also got to check in on my folks who have moved to Connecticut from Virginia.
Pommel and the Army. This says it all.
It was a great visit with lots of reminiscing about “the good old days” (and can I just say that it starts to get a little scary when the “good old days” are *your* childhood.) As we were getting ready to leave, Larry gave me a box of photos that he had rescued from my parent’s house during the move. He knew that Marc is interested in genealogy and he also knew that Marc would diligently scan every photo and put them in a share box for the rest of the family to enjoy. Continue reading