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) on her 80th Day of Cake. I don’t have adequate words to describe my fondness for my grandmother. Or to describe my cousin Lianna’s mad cake-baking skillz.
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.
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.
Photographic evidence of me first falling in love with Priest Lake.
Me and Dad 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.