March 1943 – a visit with my brother training to be a Navy pilot
Remembering The War Years May 27, 2018
My brother and sisters and me – on a visit to my brother stationed at Fort Devens in Fitchburg Mass
another wartime photo – my brother on a visit home (I am peeking out the window) This might have been the weekend which stirs a vivid memory of coming home from church on a Sunday morning and unexpectently seeing my brother at the top of the street. Thrilled – I ran up the hill and into his arms. I was 7 or 8 years old.
Publication Day In 2nd Grade April 21, 2018
Parents and students reading the reports
That’s my grandson Sean on the left with the skeleton(?) T-shirt
Readers were encouraged to write comments (The teacher is a Seahawks fan wearing his Number 12 jersey)
Sean’s mum (Susan) reading one of the reports
I love these parent/grandparent participation events. Such a privilege. And they spark wonderful memories of the years when our sons were that age – and when I was that age!
People and Places April 3, 2018
Our house in Thimphu Bhutan, our son David sitting in the doorway, and our wonderful Puppy on the grass in front
I’ve been scanning some old photos. What memories!! Did we really live in this Royal Kingdom for 2 years back in the 1980’s? It was magical!
50 Years Ago April 2, 2018
50 years ago in February 1968 this starry-eyed couple were wed in St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church, Nairobi, Kenya
We haven’t celebrated the actual date – I was visiting one of our sons in London and Dublin. And Ian remained here in Seattle – too infirm to make the trip.
I’ve been wanting to mark the 50 year milestone though by writing a bit on my blog and including some photos taken long ago in those early years.
to be continued
Memories March 19, 2018
I love this photo of a woman in Kathmandu Nepal It was taken in 1983 when our family visited Kathmandu. We stayed at Dwarika’s, an interesting hotel, a former elaborate residence. Dwarika’s at that time had several Afghan Hounds, magnificent dogs. We rented bicycles and biked to the carpet shop. David, 11 years old at that time, said he was’t feeling well and promptly fainted on the threshold of the shop. This very kind woman took us in and lead us upstairs in her home so David could lie down. I can’t remember the details of his recovery but he did and we also bought a beautiful grey carpet from her shop. We still have the carpet – they wear forever!