Mom standing at the base of the tallest Sitka spruce in the world (located on Oregon coast), circa 19-before I was born.
Dad standing at the base of the tallest Sitka spruce tree in the world (located on the Oregon coast), circa 19-before I was born.
This is my lovely grandmother (my dad’s mom). She just turned 80 this past Monday, May 17th. I don’t know that there are words to describe my fondness for my grandmother. In short: she’s amazing.
One of my favorite pictures of my dad, found just this past weekend during a hot Purge It! date with one of my closets.
Awwh, yeah. Proof that my sister and I once hung out with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Well, one, anyway. Donatello was always my favorite.
My uncle Ron and aunt Patty (my dad’s youngest sister) at my Grandma’s house. Taken December, 1983.
Barkleys! I scanned this one for my sister. That’s her husband on the far right, and his twin brother, his mom, grandmother, and his big sister Naomi.
Vintage Multnomah Falls (Oregon). Taken on a trip my parents took circa sometime before I was born.
Dad and I rocking the Member’s Only jackets.
I’m thinking Mom caught me being sleepily transported from wherever I had fallen asleep to my bed. I still remember my dad’s jacket perfectly. He wore it all the time.
That’s me and my gradmother’s (my dad’s mom) amazing garden that has since been scaled down as it eventually became too much for her to manage on her own. I still remember how she grew the biggest roses, and all of her own herbs. There was also an apple tree in her backyard. That’s Danny, their endlessly patient golden, sunbathing next to me.
Another shot I had never seen, from a series of pictures of my dad and I playing in front of the house I grew up in.
