Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Monday Memories

For my 50th birthday, Kerry got the family together and made a book of memories for me. It's made out of quarter-sheets of scrapbook paper, with a cover, a plastic front on top of that, and a back page of a cardboard/plastic-type material. The spiral-bound book is made up of 50 memories and/or paragraphs about what they liked growing up. There is a break every 10 pages.
It's a wonderful idea, a wonderful book to reminisce with, and it's cute and crafty!

Inside are a lifetime of memories from:
Martin, Kerry, Stephen, Samuel, Lily, Jonathan, Kathryn, Joel, Katelyn, Alexander and Kristin

Thank you more than you can ever know for taking the time.
I love you all.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Excuse Me, Will You Rub My Feet?

I was in the hospital when I was seven and eight. I remember I asked complete strangers if they would please rub my feet. The skin grafts hurt bad then and they hurt now. It's not so cosmically great that I have a daughter who got skin grafts, too. What a world. It's hard to wrap my brain around that. Her legs are aching so bad. She doesn't know why, but I do.

So if you see her, would you please rub her legs?

Thanks.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Flashback Fridays

I was just remembering today about touring Washington D.C. when I was about nine years old with my family. My memory is about how my parents acted so enthusiastically whenever we got to a monument and told us how amazing they were and we should be proud of our country.  But I'm glad they were enthusiastic because I remember those monuments now with good memories and feelings of awe.

When the moon landing took place I was around 12 years old. My mom made me come in from the back yard and told me I had to watch, that I would regret it if I didn't watch. At my age a little bit of rebellion was kicking in and I remember thinking that I would not be mad at myself if I didn't watch it. But between you and me, I'm glad I watched. So thanks, mom and dad, for the enthusiasm. Faked or real. It's appreciated.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Grands and Swimming Lessons

Here are a few pictures of the grandchildren at their swimming lessons in July. Sam and Lily were staying with Kathy while Kerry had surgery, so four out of the five of them took swimming lessons. Kathy will have to send me a picture of Ben at the pool, because I don't have one. Above is a picture of Alex, Sam and Lily.
Lily swam at 6, then they all played in the park for a half an hour, and Katelyn, Alex and Sam's lessons were at 7...
Here are pictures of the olders:

Monday, June 21, 2010

I'm Scanning Negatives



I'm scanning in negatives to the computer and it looks like it's just in time. These are, sadly, deteriorating, but at least I got them in time. We have a scanner that scans slides and negatives, it just takes about 10 minutes a slide to do it, and then freezes up my computer every third or so picture. But it's so cute! Kerry loved to ride her "horsie" everywhere. It gave her hours and hours of enjoyment. This must have been BYU at an apartment complex on 5th West on the third floor because I recognize the snowsuit. We wouldn't have needed it for the desert, where we spent some summers when Marty worked for Kerr McGee in Trona. I have the print, I'm sure, but just in case, here is the negative. This was someone's birthday, but I'm not sure it was Kerry's birthday--but it must have been because of the new-looking snowsuit, and the horsey looks unabused--and we were such poor college students at the time that that is all that she probably got--unless you count the re-purposed clothes we made her--I especially liked the jeans with Kerry's name zigzagged on the pocket that were made out of Marty's old jeans--including the re-used pocket. (Are there enough dashes in that last sentence?) Now let's see, Kerry was born in Utah and we went to Ridgecrest to live for eight months and then moved back to the apartment on 5th West, so this could very possibly be her first birthday--shaking the cobwebs out of the old noggin is a very hard thing to do, so youngsters, keep up with your blogs, you'll be grateful when you're in your dotage.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Paradigm Shifts and Memories

My meaning for the phrase:

"The term "paradigm shift" has found uses in other contexts, representing the notion of a major change in a certain thought-pattern—a radical change in personal beliefs, complex systems or organizations, replacing the former way of thinking or organizing with a radically different way of thinking or organizing." (thefreedictionary.com)

Looking back on my childhood, a memory I have is that my parents did a good job with us on things like thunderstorms and annoyances. Instead of getting all mad at something that was beyond our control, several times they made a game out of the situation. When we lived in North Carolina and Alabama, there were shocking thunderstorms. Instead of being afraid of them, especially in Alabama, (the memory is stronger, there, I was nine--three in North Carolina). I remember my dad putting chairs in the inside entryway of our apartment building and watching with us with "oohs" and "aahs." He commented on the beauty and majesty of it all. It became a family fun time and a game--no more fear.

Another paradigm shift: There was a burro on the hillside near our neighborhood in Napa that would bray at all hours so loudly that the neighbors were up in arms. My parents laughed and laughed, instead, at the burro, saying it sounded like it was talking to our neighbor, Bea. The sound he made was beeeee-heeeee-heeee-heeee-heee, like he was laughing at Bea. It became a family joke, more fun time, and our frustration at the noise was obviated.

So, when you're frustrated, think of just shifting your paradigm. It could save you untold hours of grief!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Randomness


How's this for random? This is Marty on Halloween 2009. He likes to dress up and then he likes to take bunches and bunches of children trick or treating. This year because of colds and flu he only took about half of our ranch-residing nieces and nephews and Katelyn and Benjamin (Alex was also sick). We usually make clam chowder in sour dough bowls. In the days when everyone was home we would add chili to the menu.  Here are the recipes:  http://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AdLiexfJqp9sZHd6aGs4Zl8yZHB6Zm5zZGo&hl=en
Happy Halloween--that's right, belated, we haven't gotten our Christmas cards out for two years, either!  Random is good.