Here's the requested picture of a totally exasperated Dad trying to make the train work and exasperated once more because they couldn't afford a decent one instead of a cheap mechanical train.
Thanks, Dwight. The photos help the family history stay alive. (Please note the wonderful lampshade.) For 76 years of Bob's life, he/we was/were sure that there was only a single photo of him as a child. With tears of joy of a reclaimed childhood, 30 photos were discovered and shared by his sister this winter. WE HAVE BEEN SO BLESSED TO HAVE HAD A PICTORAL RECORD. Goal for 2010: Take more pictures of everything and everybody.
This picture must be a year or two later than the "angel" picture at the top of the blog. The couch is at the other end of the room - you can still see a bit of the six-sided lampshade. I always thought the Indian woman must be Pocahantas - what did I know? And we are blessed to have these pictures. So glad that Mother had the camera when we five were little, and that Dwight took over. What a lot of history can be wrapped up in one picture!
PS. And the train was so much fun. Steve was a good sharer, and we would spend a considerable amount of time playing with it. Remember how we took some of the blocks from the orange crate, wrote signs on them, like "General Store" and would place them around the track. The world of computers has taken away so much of the pretending today.
Wish I would learn to proof read my comments before I post them. Here is the corrected version of the deleted post. Angel picture? I have always hoped that my older siblings would come to understand the goodness of those siblings who were younger. Actually, I think it was somewhere around this time when Steve and I would stand on either side of Dwight's/to become Steve's bed and shoot spit wads across the bed at each other. There would be red welts from that contact sport that showed up on our faces and arms,etc., but how we would laugh. I think it was also about this time Steve and I would trade clothes, and Dad, with a straight face, would tell us he couldn't tell I wasn't Steve and vice versa. Sweet memories.
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Thanks, Dwight. The photos help the family history stay alive. (Please note the wonderful lampshade.)
For 76 years of Bob's life, he/we was/were sure that there was only a single photo of him as a child. With tears of joy of a reclaimed childhood, 30 photos were discovered and shared by his sister this winter.
WE HAVE BEEN SO BLESSED TO HAVE HAD A PICTORAL RECORD.
Goal for 2010: Take more pictures of everything and everybody.
This picture must be a year or two later than the "angel" picture at the top of the blog. The couch is at the other end of the room - you can still see a bit of the six-sided lampshade. I always thought the Indian woman must be Pocahantas - what did I know? And we are blessed to have these pictures. So glad that Mother had the camera when we five were little, and that Dwight took over. What a lot of history can be wrapped up in one picture!
PS. And the train was so much fun. Steve was a good sharer, and we would spend a considerable amount of time playing with it. Remember how we took some of the blocks from the orange crate, wrote signs on them, like "General Store" and would place them around the track. The world of computers has taken away so much of the pretending today.
Wish I would learn to proof read my comments before I post them. Here is the corrected version of the deleted post.
Angel picture? I have always hoped that my older siblings would come to understand the goodness of those siblings who were younger.
Actually, I think it was somewhere around this time when Steve and I would stand on either side of Dwight's/to become Steve's bed and shoot spit wads across the bed at each other. There would be red welts from that contact sport that showed up on our faces and arms,etc., but how we would laugh. I think it was also about this time Steve and I would trade clothes, and Dad, with a straight face, would tell us he couldn't tell I wasn't Steve and vice versa.
Sweet memories.
Ann and Steve had all of the fun.....
And you were always there to keep us out of trouble. Or at least try.
It didn't work. Obviously.
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