My mom always wrote down big events on the family calendar, like birthdays, anniversaries, when the plane crashed, and when I rode my bicycle for by myself for the first time. She also wrote down when she and my dad made a big purchase, and each year she transferred the info over to the new calendar. As a kid I thought this was bit odd. I mean really? Did we need to know exactly when they bought their new sofa or dad got his tractor? But hey, who am I to judge?
On this day thirty-nine years ago, Mom and Dad should have received their brand new washer and dryer. However, the delivery had to be rescheduled because of weather. That weather was the 74' storm outbreak that spawned the F5 tornado that practically wiped Xenia, Ohio (just 4 or 5 miles from my parent's place) off the map.
Thankfully, my parent's place received no damage from the tornado. In fact my dad used salvaged wood from the storm to build his barn. My great-grandmother warned my mom that it's bad luck to use anything that has been through a disaster. Turns out she was right.
Meanwhile a couple of days late my mom and dad did eventually receive their new washer and dryer. The washer was replaced over a decade ago, but the dryer is stil going strong thirty-nine years later. A man servicing my washer took one look at it and said it was a "classic." So if there are any classic household appliance collectors out there, I've got a deal for you.
Over the weekend I started digitizing my own personal archive. I came across these articles from when an Air Force jet crashed in my backyard. I was really young when it happened, but I do have very distinct memories from the event, mainly the terrible sound.
One day last fall I noticed Little Dog roaming around the back yard with something strange in her mouth. My first thought was "Oh Lord! What does she have this time?"
It turned out that she was carting around a small terra cotta gnome that lived in my garden. I was curious why she carting him around the yard but I didn't worry about it too much. She's a strange little dog. She's done weirder things than this before.
A few minutes later I did a bit more investigating and finally figured out what the fascination was with Mr. Gnome. It turns out the gnome is hollow, and a small critter had crawled all the way up inside.
After some careful negotiation (I'm sure bribery with a doggy cookie was involved) I managed to get the gnome away from Little Dog. The tiny critter scurried out while Bianka was distracted and he lived to tell the tale.
Today was another story. Little Dog has officially opened "hunting season" in the back yard. Today she captured another furry critter who wasn't as lucky as the one stowed away in the gnome.
Okay, I admit it. I fell off the wagon with my posting. Honestly, I sort of counted on in it happening eventually. Really does anyone care? Leave it to my dear ol' dad to give me the kick in the rear I needed to get going again. I guess if I neglect to post he begins to worry about me.
So let's just say my blog took a little two week vac-a. Everyone needs a break some time.
I know most people prefer the photos of bright and big smiles. I love those too, but there is such a sweetness to this image. I love both their expressions so much . I thought it was appropriate for Mother's Day. (I know you're saying to yourself, "But its not Mother's day for a couple more months?") Thanks to my friends in the UK I now know that today is Mother's Day there. We'll go with that. :)
Twice this week my coworkers I've come into work to find fruit on my desk. Normally it's bananas, a not-so-subtle hint to make banana bread. Today it was tiny banans and a bag of apples. I'll have to come up with something else.
Okay I got behind oh well. I'm going to keep going. Who cares
When I was trying to come up with something to eat the other night, I found one of these massive sweet potatoes in my pantry. I'm not sure what dad has done to grow them so big but they are HUGE. And just one of these (or part of one) is enough to make up a batch of yummy Sweet Potato Quesadillas.
This past weekend I spent the afternoon with my grandmother going through and identifying people a giant box of family photos. I by default have become the family archivist. (That's okay with me.) I had to chuckle when we were leaving and my grandma said, I must have been bored going through all of the photos. I guess she forgot what I do for a living. I basically get paid go to look at other people's photos and letters, and I love it.
I fell off the wagon with my posting over the weekend, so I'm playing catch up now. Friday night I headed to Ohio to visit my family and on the way I stopped at Joseph-Beth Bookstore to meet with a couple who's wedding I'm photographing in May. Joseph-Beth is my happy place. I go to the one in Lexington whenever I need a little pick me up or just some time to myself. The have a great little cafe that serves some of the tastiest treats. My clients and I decided to order the mini desert sampler.