Ruby Tuesday

I went back into the photo archives from the summer of 2001 when we went on a family vacation to Cape Cod. Where have the years gone? Our kids are so big now.

There is a bit of red in the photo, so I thought I could sneak it in for RT. Cameron has red in his swim trunks, and there is red brick surrounding the pool. I'm cheating a bit, I suppose.

To see more photos that contain a little or a lot of red, visit Mary T, The Teach, at Work of the Poet.

A simpler time and place

Ralph recently looked through a wooden box of old family photos and came across one of my all-time favorites, and I thought I would share.
My father has been gone since March of 1976; he died at 65. I will always miss him. I still have questions that I wish I could ask him, I know he would have the answers.
I do remember how he was looking forward to the nation's Bicentennial. He missed out on the celebrations.

He looks about five years old in this picture, sitting on a pony outside their New Haven home with his sister, Phyllis. If he was 5 here, that would mean the photo was taken in 1916.
I was told photographers would travel around neighborhoods and ask parents if they wanted a picture taken of their little darlings.
I'm sure glad today that my grandmother said yes!

Ralph scanned the undated photo for me. Below is a sepia-fied version, much closer to the original. Which one do you prefer?

Unscathed

I'm happy this old, very old photo of moi survived the fire at my mother's house better than our wedding photo did. (See that story here.)

Ah, memories...although I really don't remember posing for this particular shot.

I found this blast from my past amongst the rubble in my mother's fire-damaged house. Today is the closing on that house. Finally. The new owner will build another house on the foundation.

Soon my mother will be moving into a condo that is just a half-mile from our house. Ralph and I will be able to "roll" and walk over to see her. He won't have to fire up the van, at least not in the nice weather. That will save some gas.

Unfortunately we still have lots more "stuff" to sift through. There are many sentimental value items to be salvaged.
Where am I going to put all that stuff?
I do not have a clue. Or a basement, for that matter!