Memory Lane

I think these explain why I've always loved horses! My dad's uncle, Jim, used to raise ponies in Georgetown, Indiana. I loved visiting Uncle Jim. He was my favorite relative next to my grandmother.

Okay, these are going to be somewhat out of order. I had fun going through old family albums today at my parents' house. Hey, what else have I got to do? I found myself cracking up at some of these pictures and the stories behind them. I think this little red and white dress was one of my favorite outfits to wear to church on Sundays. I believe these were Easter pictures. Ahhh... The good old days when I was an only child!

I used to WORSHIP anything beginning with the word "super". I loved Super Woman, Super Girl, Super Boy, Super Dog.....they were all SUPER to me! Most of all, I loved Super Man. I used to press my nose against the front window waiting for my dad to come home after work. When he eventually walked through the door, I would run and leap into the air with my Super Man cape (a.k.a. my blanket) tied around my neck, while my dad flew me around the room.

My mom would call this the age of innocence. She says that this is a picture of me BEFORE I became stubborn! Dad says that there has been no such period in my lifetime!


This was taken back in 1982. Mom said this was probably the 15th attempt to get me to smile. I HATED having my picture taken. I still do!

Here's a family portrait that was taken in 1984 - My parents get depressed looking at these!
As you can see, I have pretty much always looked like my dad and my sister and I have never looked anything alike.


Here are some shot of my sister. She has always loved the spotlight. She was actually part of the audience for American Idol this week. She denies what we all know . She's been waiting all her life to be discovered! I love the top left picture. I think the life vest weighed more than she did at the time! She was not happy! The top right is a picture that was taken after she lost her first tooth. She wanted to know how she could lose teeth faster because she needed to restock her piggy bank... The bottom left picture is of Sara standing in front of my favorite house that we, as a family, ever lived in. This picture was taken in Van Wert, Ohio, where Sara was born. Regarding the bottom right picture, I was never happy when Mom allowed Sara in my pool with a wet diaper on.... YUCK! I am still bitter about the day Sara ate a whole box of Twinkies and told Mom and Dad that I did it. She knows she will never be forgiven for that one. This is the same kid who unloaded her diaper by the church organ when she was three... You don't even want to go there... We had one very embarrassed deacon on our hands upon discovery...


Here it is ! The old farmhouse we lived in while in Van Wert, Ohio. This was and still is the most wonderful place I've ever lived. I told my parents when we moved, that I would by that house back when I got old! It is still a dream of min e to repurchase that house one day. The property was gorgeous. The moment you stepped into the driveway, you felt like you were in a flower shop. You could smell peonies, lilacs, lilies-0f-the -valley, cherry blossoms, apple blossoms, the fresh scent of pine, grape vines and crab apple trees. It was GORGEOUS in the summer and springtime. We had one acre of backyard . My sister and I loved it when Dad would come home on summer evenings and we'd play hide-and-go-seek in the backyard. Dad would always hide with Sara and would have to clamp a hand over her mouth because she's never learned how to close it! :-)
My brother, Aaron, was born in 1991. The top picture on the right was taken on the day he was born, two weeks before my 13th birthday. I am holding him in this picture. The picture on the top left was taken on Aaron's second birthday. He still loves airplanes! I cringe every time I look at the bottom picture. Didn't Mom know about Rabies????


I spent a lot of time with my brother until I left for college in '96. I got tired of people asking me how old my son was each time I took him to McDonald's! He was a good little boy. I think I can count on one hand the number of times he needed to be punished. I can't say that about Sara and I. We were rebels! :-)