TBT: From 3 Come 9

Oh my, I have fallen down on my plan to scan images on Thursdays. It's something I really don't enjoy but I want to do it as I'm usually the only one who knows who the people are in the photo and when it was taken. So here's a recent scan, not corrected for the yellow cast. Sometimes I leave those, and sometimes I correct them.

Ruth was my neighbor in England and actually a student at the same high school I attended. We didn't know each other in high school as she was two years behind me but I recognized her when we moved into our adjoining houses in Knaresborough. Her youngest, here in the center, was the same age as my only son (then) who became my oldest child as time went on.

This 1975 photo was taken on their one time break from English living in their home in Pennsylvania. It was a lovely old home but sure required a lot of renovation and upkeep. Those fireplaces had a real purpose!

Ruth's three children have now provided her with 9 grandchildren and fortunately for her they all live in Maryland. So when she crosses the pond, it gives her the ability to see them all! One fell swoop!

Flashback Friday: Who's Scared of Santa

1975 in Bangkok, my Thai daughter had never seen Santa. While all our friends were waiting to see her reaction, they didn't expect her horror at his appearance.  Obviously, in her whole life in a hospital crib, there was nothing similar to this vision. She wanted nothing to do with him! and there was not changing that on her 'first' Christmas.

Sunday Serenade: A Specific Dog Day Afternoon

The New York City of yore. 1975. Classic Elton.

Flashback Friday

So very vintage 70s. On our way from MD to CA, we stopped to take this desert picture of my two sons with a Joshua Tree. From CA we would fly to Bangkok Thailand to start a new phase of our lives.

Flashback Friday

Bangkok 1975

This girl how has an almost 3 year old daughter of her own.

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Ah the younger, slimmer days...with my two sons outside my parents house, the house where I spent most of my growing up years in Maryland. In fact, the house I lived in until I 'went from my father's house to my husband's house.' By this point, August 1978, my father had been dead of ALS for 5 years. The summer shot was just before we left for Iran and a tumultuous couple of months in that troubled country. It was hard for my mother to see her grandchildren, esp that lanky boy on my right, go so far away - again. He was the love of her life, esp as she had time to 'mother' him, a joy she was denied when I was an infant during WWII when she only saw me on weekends - if she was lucky. Little did we know how soon she'd have us back.



Same house, but circa 1966...the year of my first marriage. It always appalled my mother that these new houses were built without sidewalks. Ah - the start of car dependent suburbia, and in suburbia then, there was nothing to walk to anyhow. Give me the urban or or if I have to, the country ...suburbs are still wastelands imho.