Welcome to 1973 in Carthage New York. It’s Mike there with his little brother Mike. Now look at Mike’s face and tell me that Mark’s not going to be crying soon after being hit by a snowball. LOL! Mark looks like he’s disgusted by the snow. I know how you feel Mark I was glad to move back south.
Welcome to 1967. That’s my mom and me getting ready to go on a flight. Please note a few things…
It’s no secret that I love animals. I think you get that with how I treat my cats and dogs as furry babies. Well my love also extends to horses. My living situation rarely allowed me to have one but didn’t stop my love of them. When I’d visit my paternal grandparents on the farm where my aunt had ponies and horses I always looked forward to interacting with them (both humans and equines).
This is my first and only pony, Dolly. She was old and cranky but I loved her and through my childhood memories, she loved me. Honestly, I don’t know what happened to her. I suspect that she got too old and too cranky to be a little girl’s leaning pony. Last I remember was Dad tending her feet and getting stung by a wasp. I’m sure that’s not the last time I’d seen her but for me it’s the last memory. I have many memories of riding from our house in town to go see her and go riding. I loved it.
When we were looking to move to the country I jokingly suggested getting a horse. Okay, mostly joking but a little hopeful. However Mike reminded me they are a big money pit and tie-down to travel. Sure we can board the cat and dog to take off on a cruise or to Italy but a horse – that’s a whole another issue. Also we didn’t get a place large enough. Though I still think maybe I’ll do English riding lessons but first I guess my foot has to heal fully from the break eh?
Welcome to Christmas 1992. This is the time we told my family that I was pregnant. I had morning sickness then and for the first four months of my pregnancy. So excuse the strained look. Oh and no we were having an ugly sweater part but we could have… For the record left to right – Mom, Me, Mike, and my maternal grandmother I called Nannie. It is at Nannie’s house and it is the obligatory photo with food before eating…
Welcome to 1973 Christmas in Carthage New York. My Mike is in the striped shirty, his brother Mark has his back to us, and Dad Len is looking smug.
Welcome to 1994 in Kalamazoo Michigan, this was Aaron’s second Christmas. This photo was made at the family Christmas party Mike’s employer at the time threw each year. Aaron is the most serious one of the bunch but then again meeting Santa is serious business when you are a 16 months old.
Some time ago on my Facebook accout I posted a picture of a dollhouse like this one asking if any one else had one. To my surprise many responded they had one too. So for the holiday I dug out the old photo albums and went looking for the photo of the Christmas morning I got mine. Here it is – I think it’s about 1969 judging from my hair.
Thowback to 1971 – this is my husband trying out the Arm uniform but in the end he retired from the Navy. I remember the icicles like that, Mom always liked putting them on our tree. He looks anxious to get into the presents there under the tree.
Happy Thanksgiving 1988 style! From my table to yours! This was our first Thanksgiving in Charleston. Yes, that’s two pictures of our dinner but for years they have been displayed in our photo album like this because it was our Thanksgiving as a couple. Oh and I still have the scarf but the style of wearing it has changed…
The year is 1979ish. The wallpaper is hip. The haircuts cool. The men are happy. From left to right there’s Len, Mark, and Mike (my future husband). It’s Thanksgiving and Donna (behind the camera) has worked hard to fill the table with food. That’s why they’re happy.
Mary Louise Eklund 