Time Traveling

Sorry, no post today! I'm time traveling back to the 18th century and (ironically) had no time to write.

I should be back on Monday. See you then.

Easter Time Traveling

My sister Leslie has been scanning in lots of our father's photos. He was an amateur photographer with his own darkroom where he developed the photos he'd taken. And did he take photos - we have several tubs of them! 

Leslie is working to make order out of chaos and document the people, places, and events in his photos. She sends her siblings at least one photo a day (something I look forward to every morning.)

Recently, Leslie sent out some Easter pictures from our past.

Leslie and me on Easter morning, ready for Church and wearing dresses and coats our mother made us. (She was a master seamstress!)

I was already collecting model horses at this time in my life; no doubt I was secretly wishing the Easter Bunny had brought me another horse instead of a doll. Probably Easter, 1964.

As so often happens in families, clothing is passed down. That cute hat Leslie is wearing was mine originally.

I still have it, keeping it carefully packed with my other Easter decorations.

My family (minus Jenny who would not be born for several more years) on Easter morning at Grandma and Grandpa Honeywell's home in West Lafayette. Probably 1961.

Same day, only in our home's yard. The home where I currently live now was built across that field behind us. I can look out my upstairs windows and see trees that my dad planted at this home in the 1960s. They are so big and tall now, and more than a few were actually our Christmas trees! 

Steve and me on Easter morning - those pine trees you can see are some of those  former Christmas trees. 1962.

Easter, 1965 at the Honeywells. Jenny has been born and is in our Grandpa Honeywell's arms. That's our Great Aunt Faye in red.

Happy Easter!

Time Traveling!

It's Saturday and time for The Kalamazoo Living History Show!

Since Leslie and Rick took my tubs in their trailer, my trunk was relatively empty. That's our period clothing carefully laid on top of our suitcases, some snacks, and, of course, some Coke Zero to drink. (I pour it into a pewter mug and no one knows it isn't an 18th century drink!)

Wish us luck - we will be having a great time meeting old friends, making new ones, and hopefully selling a lot of clothing, beeswax ornaments, and maple cakes!

No doubt I will have a lot to share when I get home.

Stay 'tooned!