When you’re little and find yourself amidst a loud, alluring, and sometimes frightening world, it’s nice to have daddy’s hand to hold onto.
I’ve been away, visiting my family in Southern Indiana. During a family reunion, I slipped away from the crowds to breathe in the clean country air and allow my soul to rest in the glory of nature. This is my home. Trees. Corn Fields. Light. Green. You may not notice him, but there is a small boy in the picture, taking a rest from the loving noise of the family, just as I was.
I’ve read many posts about the difficulty of choosing only 12 pictures that would capture a year. I concur; the task was challenging in many ways. I am sure that I was not the only one who experienced a roller-coaster of emotions while lingering over a year’s worth of images — images that tell stories and conjure up memories. Click on any image to see my descriptions and view the slideshow.
No theme …… No real reason for this post, except nostalgia.
It was 1962. My sister Rose was a baby. Rose is not the youngest in our clan; in fact, two boys and a girl follow her.
Notice that my sister Phyllis & I are wearing identical blouses, which means that my mother probably made them. (I’m the one with the dark permed hair in the back.) By the way, I’m the oldest of the clan.
Check out the buzz cuts on my brothers; Mother took the electric clippers to them regularly.
I am in Indiana. My father’s journey is about to end. His wife, his ten children, many of his grandchildren, and numerous friends have gathered to say goodbye.
He is truly the kindest, most generous, most Godly man I know.
It may not be a great photograph, but this image of the patched-together garage always makes me smile because it reflects the brilliant and quirky personality of my generous and kind uncle, my father’s youngest brother. It’s a hodgepodge of parts, engines, signs, treasures, and memories. The roof was high on one side, so he cut down the pole, only to find it much too short. Being a problem-solver, he wedged a piece back into the space, thus raising the roof a bit. See the post on the right-hand side? The roof still slopes.