This image could look eerie or haunted on a stormy day. But Georgia's Driftwood Beach, was dry and sunny last January. It was hard to believe all of these wooden shapes (and there were so many more!) hadn't been carved and carefully placed by an artist. How can something dead, be so intriguing and full of character? The idea of worn and weathered wood sounds sad, but there was something calming about the appearance. And who thought up the name driftwood? I like that person. What's to Love? The mostly smooth texture, all the hiding places, the big ones for climbing and sitting, the tiny pieces for drawing and holding, the characters and stories that come to mind... and best of all, searching for hidden pictures and letters in the lines... like I used to in Highlights Magazine and Al Hirschfeld's drawings!
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This silly photo is from a couple years ago in Bonaire. I was playing around like I might have done when I was 6, while Don clicked the camera from a lounge chair. This photo op was mostly inspired by all the corny, selfie-snapping couples who were nearby. I was doing my best to teach them that they had other options for posing on the beach! Beach Play I Still Love: Sandcastle building, shell collecting, drawing in the sand with sticks, bike riding on some beaches, digging, sleeping, game-Kadima, kite-flying and not so favorite... boomerang throwing! Not a good idea!
Here I am in the midst of one of my cooking failures. Sometimes those are the most fun and memorable. Over a year ago Don and I stayed with a family in Guatemala and Lola tried to teach me to make tortillas. Even her young daughters laughed at my inability to slap the dough from hand to hand. Lola was very patient. And we all were very amused at meal time, to see my tiny, ill-shaped goodies sitting on top of the stack of Lola's perfect tortillas. Cooking Adventures: My failed attempt at Baked Alaska with college friend Karen, Watching friend Milissa cook anything with her Julia Child flair, Testing the boiled spaghetti by throwing it to the ceiling, Flour-flying Polish perogi making at Meyer family gatherings, Watching my bro, Chris dive into his annual Thanksgiving-Eve food prep routine, alongside Linda (son's, future mother-in-law) as she prepared an amazing Thai feast for 16. This could have been disaster with these 2 seriously skilled and intense cooks, but they laughed and teased and bumped into each other... and the outcome of both meals was fabulous!
This photo of a "swimming hole", almost looks too magical to be real. About 10 years ago, Don and I took our kids to this cenote in Mexico. We left the sweltering heat above and walked down the damp & slippery steps to the spring. Water and vines, spilled over the cliff above, while the sun hit the water like spotlights. Our kids climbed steps near the rock wall and took turns leaping into the aqua water. Perfect photo to cool me on this summer day in Texas. Swim Memories: Styrofoam surfboards in the Florida Gulf as a kid, Swimming laps at the Webster Groves YMCA on icy winter days, Floating under a 55-foot natural dome in warm mineral water of "the crater" in Utah, Playing in the natural pools at Missouri's, Johnson Shut-ins Park... sliding done water shoots between rocks... until we a couple near drownings! Never been back!
This isn't a photo from my childhood, but it shows my party boy husband, Don. It cracks me up because there is some serious partying going on here, between the TV with rabbit ears and the modern fireplace wall. In fact some in the photo might look a little too serious! I'm pretty sure it was New Year's Eve and Don and his sister were celebrating with grandparents while Mom and Dad were out. Mostly I like this picture because it reminds me that Don is not really a party boy, but he's a good sport and he never ignores a holiday, no matter how small. Examples of Don's Festive Devotion: First year married, our jack-o-lanterns got smashed so Don bought new pumpkins on Nov. 1 and re-carved... Don gets out the green food coloring every St. Pat's Day... He pushes for a picnic on National Picnic Day... He likes watching holiday classics like J. Garland in Easter Parade and J. Cagney in Yankee Doodle Dandy... He'll dress in something festive to toast the New Year, even if it's just the 2 of us at home!
I loved it when I spotted these scattered windmills in Fredericksburg, TX. Seeing a whole bunch at once, reminds me of the eerie sea of wind turbines in West Texas. I actually love those giant, sleek, wind-monsters, as well! Windmills can be: Nostalgic, cartoonish, climbable, graceful, decorative, peaceful, towering, eerie, broken, creaky, ghostly, sturdy, bold, quiet, fun and useful!
These photos are from 1960. My sister and I were with our second cousins, trying on the fabulous clothes our grandmother had saved for our entertainment. To this day, I still own "dress -ups" that anyone can borrow for a theme related event... or just for some whimsical fun. In the first photo, I am the one in the left photo who does not seem to be having fun. Jenni is sitting beside me, being quite animated. My Favorites: The freaky fox fur that stayed on by clasping the fox mouth to the tail... "Daw's" old high heels were exciting and nearly child-sized since she had tiny feet... The flapper hats sort of spooked me... giant, glittery, clip-on earrings... gloves, gloves, gloves! The longer the better!
I love old churches. Don and I found this one when driving through Missouri in search of my aunt and uncle's old ranch property. The church was locked, but there was an old outhouse that was open for service! I was raised Catholic and I love some of those long ago memories with women in hats and gloves and Father Kubrick speaking Latin. But I also have fond memories of visiting friends' churches and exploring churches. Church Memories: 1972 - A Baptist Easter service in Sycamore, GA with Jenny B and family... 2003 - The eerie, aching climb with family, up the dome of Il Duomo, in Florence... 1969 - at age 11, in that same Italian cathedral, having confession in an ornate wooden booth... 2016 - Good Friday in Bermuda, walking from church to church with locals involved in a pageant.... 1964? - St. Mary's, in Grinnell, Iowa when I got to wear a veil for my first communion... 1979 - Wearing a veil & gown while hiding (& giggling) with my sister behind the florist truck, before entering Washington U's beautiful Graham Chapel... AND! My sister reminded me of seeing Jimmy Carter speak at his Baptist church in Plains, GA last January!!
Three years ago, Don and I sat outside an old Harvey House Hotel in Winslow, Arizona. We watched the evening train arrive as the sun was setting. The image couldn't have been more perfect. What I love about trains: The distant sound of a train whistle at night, feeling that rhythmic sway & rumble that can put me in a trance, riding a train and letting the window entertain like a movie screen, the curious history of trains, the many, many songs about trains... and I even like being stopped by a train, when I am forced to slow down and enjoy the show of train cars!
This image of a screen and 2 cars, brings back childhood memories. It's a lot harder to have the drive-in experience today, but there are at least some around. This funny set up, was at an Air Stream trailer campground in Utah. The movie was complimentary to campers, but you could pay a fee and sit in a retro car. Don and I chose the red car and watched City Slickers. The top was down, so the starry sky competed with the movie! Theaters I remember: Tulsa, OK where my kids wore p.j.s and we watched Disney movies while cows mooed nearby... Tallahassee, FL when I was 14 and we watched Ben Hur, then waltzed on the grass during intermission while corny music played. . Traverse City, MI with my sister and we squeezed some friends in the trunk... St. Louis, MO when I was 18 and my Mom was my date and the teen boys in the next car flirted with her, not me!
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