Friday, December 2, 2011

The dapper Swede and the "iffy" Scot

Bless my mother's heart. Not too long ago, she made copies of a photo from my past and gave it to me. I look at it about every day and I can't help but smile.


The tow-head on the left is one of my younger brothers, who actually stands about that much taller than me now when I'm NOT sitting and at 40+ is STILL a tow-head. And, of course, the goof with the tam and tartan plaid who looks like she is thinking, "Do I have to have my picture taken" is none other than yours truly.

I am pretty sure my mom sewed that outfit for me because she was -- and still is -- very handy with a sewing machine. I did not inherit that ability. About the only thing I do is put patches on knees of jeans and sew buttons back on shirts. I did sew a comforter once. ONCE. It has been relegated to the bed in the camper, but I have to admit that, even after all these years, it still has a lot of wear in it. I am much happier buying my comforters, these days!

I don't remember for sure if this is an "after church" shot or not, but I'm guessing it is, because we are posing on the steps of the house that was my grandma and grandpa's house. We typically went to Grandma and Grandpa's on Sundays after church and they probably thought we looked so cute in our Sunday best that they needed to get a photo before we shed or filthied what we were wearing.

This house is actually my tow-headed brother's house now, and since he is a farmer/carpenter, he has done a lot of updates. The steps are no longer there (or if they are, they are covered up with a deck).

It's kind of funny how you forget so much until you see a picture like this. I will treasure it because it reminds me of all the wonderful memories of growing up on a farm and how much I love my family, even though the visits are short and few and far between.

Dawn

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