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That’s me hugging a statute in New Orleans Square at Disneyland, summer 1979.
The manner in which Memorial Day is observed at Cherokee Memorial Park here in Lodi is different and unique. I know of no other cemetery that makes such an effort to honor those who have served the United States. Each of the large flags and the flagpole bearing it has been donated by the family of a veteran whose final resting place is the park. The number of flags flown gets larger every year. Each of the small flags represents a man or woman who has given his/her life in the current conflict in Iraq.
My father, a World War II veteran, loved to visit the park on Memorial Day each year to see all of the flags. He was accorded full military honors at his funeral and we immediately donated the flag that was presented to my mother because we knew that was his wish. I took this photo of my mother and boys standing beside his flag about 11 or 12 years ago:
Mattie-Boo’s 16th birthday party. My kids always want to have their parties at our favorite Mexican restaurant . . . and never want their picture taken.
This week’s theme: Light
Christmas 1991: #1Son was 4 years old and Mattie-Boo just a few weeks. These two are the lights of my life!
Yes, that’s me with long hair in 2001. It grew even longer before I began cutting it. Gradually, I ended up with this:
My sister and I still laugh about our family’s artificial white Christmas tree, decorated every year with red ornaments. Here I am with my parents in 1969:
. . . Matthew!
Matthew* is 16 today, November 16th!
*His name is Matthew because it means “gift from God” and his older brother loved the name!
My mother (the young girl on the right) and an unidentified friend posed for this photo sitting on a classic vehicle.
As we were driving west on Interstate 80 out of Davis, I snapped this photo of the sun setting over the hills because I thought the pink skyline was beautiful.
Yup, that’s me warming up backstage at Carnegie Hall on March 28, 2007!
I think #1Son was somewhere between three and four years old when he decided to try out Dad’s boots! He looks very surprised and looking at this photo makes me happy because it brings back memories of silly little moments that occurred when my boys were just little guys.
This photo is of the same kid who woke me up at 3:00 a.m. today looking for the car keys because he was going out with his friend who works nights and had just finished his shift. (The keys were hidden from him so that he couldn’t take off with the car at 3:00 a.m. without my knowing about it.)
I thought I took a photo of Matthew before the limousine came to pick him up for his first homecoming. I didn’t realize until several hours later that I had actually snapped a picture of my two boys, one of whom was being a total stinker.
In this 1984 photo of my parents helping their first grandchild learn to walk, he appears fascinated with the shadows on the sidewalk in front of them.
It reminded me of this poem by Robert Louis Stevenson from “A Child’s Garden of Verses” (I still have my copy from childhood . . . do you?):
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from te heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.
He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
This Week’s Theme: Sweet
My sweet boys paused on the stairs leading to the beach from our favorite hotel in Pismo Beach to let Mom snap their photo.