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I’m thankful for the memories…

I doubt that any amount of editing would have been able to improve the quality of these photos.  The movies they are taken from have been collecting dust for about 64 or so years.  The person behind the camera had his/her own thumb featured prominently in some shots, and each stop to record only lasted a second or two.  Trying to pause the film and take a picture with the phone at just the right moment was a challenge, and I would miss that split second opportunity time and time again.

But I hope you’ll indulge me this trip down memory lane because these pictures represent a favorite memory, and the only real vacation trip my family ever took.  We drove in a caravan with several other families, and I remember it so fondly.  I remember rafting in Ausable Chasm, seeing the colors of the rock walls rising up on each side of the river.  I remember going to Fort Ticonderoga, and the ferry ride on Lake Champlain.  But the memory I remember most is the pony ride at Frontier Town, and how mad as a hatter I was that they didn’t let me just ride that pony by myself.  I was sure I knew all there was to know about horses.  No, not only did they not let me just take off on my own, but they had my sister leading the pony.  If a cowboy had been leading the horse I might have taken it better, or maybe not.  I’m happy to say that it looked like I was having fun so I must have kept my annoyance to myself.  Seeing a movie of exactly the memory I remember best was pretty amazing.  What also stood out as I watched the movie was that I was amazed to see the actors galloping into town during the re-enactment of a bank robbery.  The visitors were right there, milling around, and they just galloped those horses through the town.  I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t fly these days!  And apparently water boarding was a thing too. 11-25train11-25rafting11-25lake11-25cowboyscoming11-25galloping211-25ponyride11-25ponyride211-25waterboarding

I’ve talked quite a few times about how much I cherish the memories I have from exactly this age.  From the neighborhood I lived in then, and the people who made a lasting impression enough on me that I never actually let them go.  And I’ve been so lucky to reconnect with them and to have them in my life again.  And now to actually see that little kid that I was., the me before I let the world beat me into submission, so to speak.  I liked that me, I’m glad to have her back…11-25cowgirlme2Thanks for indulging me this trip down memory lane.

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It’s a puzzle…

I bought this puzzle as a prop for a blog post.  It was a while ago and I can’t remember what I called it or what my point actually was at the time.  Something about life falling into place.  Ha!  I’m sure I was convinced at that moment that happily ever after was just around the corner.  When will I learn that ‘ever after’ is an illusion and right this minute is about all you can count on?

I dumped the puzzle pieces out onto the table and took a picture, and then put them back into the box and forgot all about it.  But while on a trip recently there was a puzzle out on the table and we all attempted to put it together, and failed, but it was fun.  I used to buy a Christmas puzzle every year and we’d all work on it, I loved that family activity.  Consequently I bought a table just for that purpose, one with sides that fold down, and it sat up against the wall ignored most of the year.  Not any more though.  That table is now my do-everything table.  All sewing and crafts, plus it’s where I stick things that I can’t figure out what else to do with but also feel like it would be a sin to just throw them away.  After they sit there long enough they do get tossed, but it’s like the left-overs in the refrigerator, I have to let them age a while before I can feel saintly about getting rid of them.

And so when I got home from that trip I got the irresistible urge to ‘do’ that puzzle, and even though I told myself that I shouldn’t, that I’d wind up mad at myself with a puzzle half-done and some other use for the table in mind, but I dumped it out anyhow.  And sure enough, it has taken over my life ever since.  This is exactly the reason I shouldn’t bake, because no matter how I tell myself I’ll put those cookies in the freezer for ‘company’, I eat them.  I don’t buy candy, bread, and ice cream for exactly the same reason.  I really should listen to that voice in my head once in a while, but I hardly ever do.

Then this long, cold, rainy/overcast, weekend arrived, and I was determined to get that puzzle over-with.  So I could get my sewing machine out.  And by last night I was convinced that the puzzle-maker had screwed up.  I had several puzzle pieces that both belonged in the exact same spot, and there was supposed to be a skinny yellow window in one of the doors of the puzzle, and those pieces were simply not there.  I was composing a scathing letter to Big Ben Puzzles in my head, and there may have been a cuss word or two spoken.  Enter my uncle, who picked up the problem section of puzzle pieces and moved everything one space to the left, and like a miracle everything fell into place!  From now on when I reach an impass in life, and am ready to tear my hair out, I hope I remember to move one space to the left and see how things look from there…11-17puzzleimage211-17puzzleimage

I brilliantly took a picture of the puzzle box, which was small and it was impossible to see the details of the puzzle on the image.  Then I put the picture onto the computer screen and zoomed in and I could roll over the image and see the details.  See the feature photo.  And even that didn’t help.  I’ll never know if I’d have figured it out on my own.  This determination to do everything by myself isn’t always the best idea.

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Agendas…

When I signed on to join the photo group for a trip to the Old Car Museum I didn’t have an agenda.  I was just glad to have a different place to go for photos, plus I’ve spent enough time with members of the group that I knew I’d have fun.  The agenda came later.  I wanted to see a ’56 Chevy BelAir, even if I knew that I didn’t stand a chance of seeing one like the one I learned to drive on.  That one was colorful.  The roof was black and the body of the car was yellow.  But that was before my father had a fender bender in it.  Replacement front fenders and hood came from a junk yard, and they were green.  Let’s just say that you saw that car coming. My father taught me to drive.  He was a fireman and therefore was able to get a key to the huge fairgrounds in our town.  With it’s roads and buildings it was a good place to practice your driving skills.  One memorable day I took a corner a little fast and nearly clipped the corner of one of the buildings.  My father breathed a sigh of relief and told me that he was going to tell me to watch out but in the moment he couldn’t remember my name!

It wasn’t temperamental, this car, you could start from a dead stop in any gear.  I was driving my father to work one day and as we went over a bridge the hood popped up!  You had to keep on your toes with that car.  It wasn’t beautiful, or a status symbol, but for some silly reason I remember it fondly.  Or maybe it was the time I spent with my father that makes me sentimental.

And no, search as I did I didn’t find a ’56 Chevy Bel Air.  The closest I got was a ’57 (I think.)  The tail light detail was rounded, softer, in the ’56.  Maybe next time… 11-2oldcarcitytruckbike11-2oldcarcityoldsmobile11-2oldcarcitymotel11-2oldcarcitydoors11-2oldcarcitycar11-2oldcarcitycar211-2oldcarcityapache1011-2oldcarcitybelaire

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Old Car City…

Imagine for a second that you are living far into the future.  And you are an archeologist.  And you have unearthed this scene.  What conclusions would you draw from the scene before you?  What catastrophic event must have occurred to have caused the carnage implied by these images.  It must have been tragic…11-2oldcarcitytrail111-2oldcarcitytrail211-2oldcarcitytrail311-2oldcarcitywagon11-2oldcarcitytrail411-2oldcarcityairplane11-2oldcarcitycar11-2oldcarcitycar211-2oldcarcitysteeringwheel

I will have 8 hours in the car tomorrow to work on pictures.  In theory at least.  I’ll really have as long as it takes for my laptop battery to leave me.  There were six miles of trails lined with scenes like these.  I can see why I was told that you can’t see it all in one day.   What a fun place to visit.

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Distractions…

See that guy on the pier there?  He’s taking a picture of the sunset, while I, on the other hand, was paying attention to the pelican.  I couldn’t help myself though.  I was standing with lots of other people on a bigger pier just across from that one.  Pelicans and sea gulls were passing just over our heads and making assaults on fish in the water nearby.  This was causing tons of excitement for two little kids on the pier near me.  Every swoop was met with much laughing and squealing.  It is funny to hear them chattering in an unusual language, Dutch maybe, but their delight in the situation was universal.  Their mom will have her hands full with another one due fairly soon, or so it would seem.  I wish I would have had more wisdom while I was raising my kids, but on the other hand I was young enough to keep up with them, so I suppose it was a trade off.  In the throes of my divorce my ex told me that it was like I was a kid who grew up and was leaving home.  It made me mad at the time, but I have to admit that there was a grain of truth to it.

Other distractions that night were more birds, and just the lovely light falling here and there.  And the reflections…10-30dunedin210-30dunedin710-30dunedin1510-30dunedin13

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All British car show…

Sometimes I can out-smart myself.  Like when I decided to join up with my photo group and attend the All British car show even though it’s not a particular interest of mine, although I did drive an MG Midget back a very long time ago.  Imagine yourself young and away from home for the first time in your life.  A newly wed who found herself pregnant right away, and driving to work on two-lane roads with 60 MPH speed limits.  When a semi tractor trailer passed you going the other way you’d have to hang onto the steering wheel or be blown off the road.  These roads were in Indiana, and lining the roads were corn fields with corn stalks much too high to see over, like being in a tunnel.  Fortunately this particular stage of life didn’t last all that long before we were off to San Diego, and under the circumstances I didn’t come away with fond memories of that MG.

But I outsmarted myself on Saturday by deciding that as long as I was going in that direction anyhow I’d go in time for the sunrise also.  Which put me there too early for the show, but I did get to enjoy the set up as the cars arrived and were getting into place.  But four hours after I arrived I still hadn’t seen any other members of the club and I had seen enough British cars.  Even a Midget or two…10-26carshowtriumph310-26carshowtriumph210-26carshowtriumph10-26carshowrolls10-26carshowred10-26carshowmural10-26carshowhoodornament10-26carshowgreen10-26carshowblue10-26carshowaustin