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Sentimental Saturday:) A Journey In Black and White

13 Sep

“Old photographs can tell a story that you will never know.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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It was a lazy Saturday. I had the greatest of intentions, but procrastination and lethargy got the best of me. While I was trying to nap, I looked up at the wall that has just a couple of family photos displayed. I’ve been meaning to frame and hang dozens more, but that procrastination thing is a strong and powerful force. I did get as far as looking through dozens of old photos and taking pictures of them so I could make some prints someday… when the lethargy passes.

I was entrusted with Mom’s old photos that were all mixed up in albums and envelopes, ranging from her family and childhood to her grandkids. I spent so much time looking and conjuring up stories in my head about people and places and things that I will never know. Mom never shared many stories with her daughters, so I’ll never know the real truth. Perhaps that’s what she wanted in the first place. The stories I’ll make up in my head will be happy and beautiful. I’m sure the Depression and WWII were not the best of times.

Reminiscing… some photos from before I was even born… (and that was a long time ago.)

Oh, the stories they could tell…

Saturday: Sitting and Reminiscing

19 Jul

We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams. Jeremy Irons 

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Now that I’m back home, back to my old routines, I can reminisce about some fond memories , fun stories, and meeting new people. 

This morning started off with my friend, Mandy, who is staying with me a few days, rushing off to her Mayborn Conference.  Then, I went to Zumba class, then home for a short walk. (Hot) 

  We’ve been spending our evenings with a glass of wine and reminiscing. She moved to California recently … Sniff …Sniff.  ( Notice the lovely hand- painted glass?) 

Ok, here’s another good one. Something funny. When I was visiting with Mom, I discovered a shortcut for making my Friday night Black Russian drink. The “lazy girl ” drink. Instead of this… 

 
I ate/drank my Black Russian with a spoon, right out of the carton. 

  
Don’t laugh. It works. No clean up. 

Ah , good memories. More stories later.