Old Momentos

I think the virus I had a couple of weeks ago returned. I'm determined to be done with it once and for all. Our weather has turned 'perfect' for being outside.. sunny, cool and breezy. The yard is just begging for some sort of attention and up until today the best I could give it was observation from the porch chair. I'd like to say I spent the week doing something constructive, but I don't think sleep qualifies. Now that I'm feeling better, it was hard not to venture out into the yard and at least pull some weeds. Instead I sorted papers and some old photos.

At the worst of the first bout with this virus I woke up thinking.. I need to scribble off some sort of will.. after a couple of days and feeling better, this became quite comical. This second time, I also woke up and made a note that some paintings done by my father in law were to go to our youngest grandson because he thought they were portraits of presidents. Its very humorous to me now that the fever has broken and I don't feel like a truck is parking over me. LOL. I also thought about all the different crafts etc that I've done and still ahve the 'raw materials' and thought how much I'd hate people to have to deal with all of it. Perhaps that's one good thing that's come from this time. I am resolved to eliminate SO much of what I've collected over the years.

What frustrates me most is my body not cooperating with my mind! I can remember my grandmother at 80 years old telling me those exact words. Tomorrow is another day and the most difficult thing will be not to make a todo list so long that I'm worn out writing it.

I went through an old box filled with photos I'd long forgotten. Some were pictures our previous places we'd lived, family and friends from the past. Some were pictures taken by others long before I was born. This particular picture was of a couple named Kotcher. This photo makes me laugh every time I look at it. When I asked my grandmother about it she said that they weren't playing up to the camera, this is just how they were. They came up to my grandparent's summer cottage to pick blueberries every year. I LOVE old pictures. Perhaps someone told people NOT to smile.





Ths second picture is of our two little girls back in 1969 when we lived in Maine. Nothing can replace memories, although some of the new ones are even more wonderful than the old.

We're blessed to live near both of our daughters and their families so we get to see them often. I spent over an hour on the phone tonight with our granddaughter - our first grandchild. I'm always blessed to talk with her. My grandmother was so special to me and its wonderful to also have a grandaughter...