I posted some time back about my Grand Mother Brown... how attached to her I feel... in spite of never having known her... she died in 1929...
Aunt Winnie was a hoot... She told Dad that his birth in 1906 was the cause of the San Francisco earthquake that year...
Dad had told me this story once... about something that had happened when he was 6 years old... it seems that some fellow shot and killed the mailman in their town... the perpetrator was arrested... tried... found guilty... and sentenced to death by hanging...
Dad said his Dad took him to the hanging that day... it was in the town square... and much like what you see on TV in the westerns... it was THE event... everyone was there... Dad said that law enforcement brought this fellow out... marched him up the steps to the gallows... placed the noose over his head... and then a black bag...
... and this fellow pulled a lever... and...
Dad said the next thing he knew, he was coming to in the doctor's office... and the news around town was that "Curtis Brown and two other women fainted at the hanging today..."
Dad had many great stories... when he died, I was asked to write his obituary... and I did... and I included as many stories as I could... some papers cut the obituary to the minimum... the basics... but the news paper down in the state capitol always had one lead obit... and it was always embellished... It was such a neat final notice... in that the reader really got to know who had died... instead of knowing whether it was a stroke... or a heart attack...
I still don't understand the attraction to my grand mother... but something is there...
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I also found these great photos of Girlshoes and Boyshoes...
They were taken on Easter Day... obviously after the Easter Bunny had visited the Shoes house... Girlshoes' expression doesn't change a great deal between pics, but Boyshoes' goes from a mischievous look to a pouty look... he still has both of those facial expressions today... the girls just adore that kid... and those suspenders!! Oh... and he's WAY too cool to hold HIS basket... it has to be on the ground so he can be cool... whereas Girlshoes is holding everything she got... much the way she is today...
God, I LOVE my kids...
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Here, years later... Easter has changed... GirlShoes is married and lives in NOLA... Boyshoes is in his last semester at Alluvial Flood Plain State University...
I cooked and asked Boyshoes and Girlfriendshoes to come over... and they did... we had a blast...
From time to time, I read some blogs out there where people are saying that they can NOT wait for their kids to grow up... please enjoy each and every moment... because one of these days... and it's going to be sooner than you think... they WILL grow up... and you will be posting photos of them like I am tonight...
Girlshoes and Boyshoes...
I love you two each and everyday...
GrandMother Brown...
You are always in my thoughts...
~shoes~
This is so poignant--so, so poignant.
ReplyDeleteI've always wondered about my great-grandmother. I have her old poetry in Yiddish. Her English wasn't even that good, and she faced a lot of rejection when mailing out her work, but it still means something.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy getting the really old people to tell me stories, they are interesting.
ReplyDeleteShoes, that was a lovely post. Thank you for sharing.
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Great pictures. Big difference from the chaos going on at my house today.
ReplyDeleteVery nice post. I enjoyed it. :)
ReplyDeleteand you are SO right about enjoying your children while they're young. Don't wish that time away....
Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post. :)
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Well, I bitch about my kids - I do. They're little and it's their job to test me. That said? I do NOT FOR SECOND want them to get bigger or grow up. It's obviously the way of the world. But i'd prefer them to stay sweet and innocent forEVER.
ReplyDeleteMake that happen, will ya? ;)
I loved this post. That picture of your Grandmother Brown is AWESOME. When I first saw the picture of your kids I thought *IT* was an antique picture also.
ReplyDeleteI too wwant my kids to stay small. They say the funniest stuff--and they keep us young (and sleep deprived).
@ Valkyrie... thank you... all of those mentioned in that post are so dear to me...
ReplyDelete@ Senorita... its great that you remember your old grandmother... at one time, she was your age you know... and experienced all of the wishes and desires that you probably do...
@ Secretia... I like do that too... I wish that I had recorded more stories from my Mom and Dad... and their friends... such great stories to be able to remember...
@ Tuppence, Pissy, Jessica, Spring Flower... thank you so... it was written from my heart... :o)
@ Momma Kiss... I will try... I look at that photo of my Grand Mother holding my Dad... and think about what Hope and Happiness they had together... and how long ago it was... time is fleeting...
@ Martie... yes they DO say the funniest things!! I do remember when my daughter would run around the house singing about 'Shark Dressed Man' (Sharp Dressed Men) and 'Caribou Queen (Caribbean Queen).. I do love them so!!!
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@ Bathwater! I missed you!! Those pics were far different from what was going on at my house as well... I miss those days... :-(
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Hi There, I found you from Marties's.....this is wonderful...I wish I had as many old photos as you ..I cant seem to find too many.. I need to ask other family memebers..I love that she told Dad that his birth caused the earthquake..sounds like a real whippersnapper..!That is unbelievable about the hanging..OMG ..
ReplyDeletenot a proud dad at all ;)
ReplyDelete@ Robin... Hi there... thank you for stopping by! I like Martie's blog... it's VERY entertaining!! Yes, get out and find whatever photos of your family that you can find... and be sure to take plenty of photos NOW... that some family member years from now will be glad to have... thank you again for stopping and commenting!!
ReplyDelete@ Jaime.. Me? A proud Dad?!?! Never!!! ;o)
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