|The apple, apparently, does not fall far from the tree. And these are only 2001 through 2008, the years Mistah and I were on the road.|
Anyway, despite all that scrupulous organization, sometimes one is still lucky enough to come across a shoebox full of loose papers and old letters and odd, un-photo-albumed snapshots -- a shoebox of unfiled Treasures. Which is what happened on Sunday, at Mom's.
A few weeks ago I talked about our family's annual rite of posing for a Christmas card photo, and I bemoaned a missing one:
There's a really great Christmas card photo of all of us in Korea just a few weeks after Jacquie was born. It's the only photo -- out of all the thousands and thousands of them -- where Dad actually looks overwhelmed. It's hanging on the wall in Mom's bedroom and I don't have a copy of it. That, however, will soon change.
Well, here it is:
I love that Korea photo that you speak of. I stared at it for so long last month when I stood there making copies of your Westy manuals. Dad looks shellshocked, but mom just takes it in stride.
Let's she if she's right:
And the Big Sister Brigade:
Jacquie also reminded me of another missing Christmas card photo:
There was one year when Julie, Jane and I ALL donned the flight suits with cowl necks. I remember taking the photo in Kev & Cheri's backyard, we were standing on rocks.
Dang, where *is* that triple flight suit shot? Why do I not have it? I *love* that year's photo because I'm wearing the most awesome green corduroy jumper *ever*.
Well, here is that one:
I pulled a few more treasures out of the box:
I know I wasn't always a joy in dad's life*, but I was at that age. He loved to tell me about our visits out to the garden to look at the flowers, my big eyes taking it all in.
(*don't listen to her: there was just that one decade -- or maybe two -- when she was a rebel)
And this one is brilliant for so many reasons:
And finally, the pièce de résistance:
It was my favorite dress of all time.
It still is.