Ahh, Thanksgiving! The family. The food. The weight gain.
I was lucky enough to get to spend the holiday with both my kids, my son's fiancee, and my dad. Oh, and my husband. We ate. We talked. We napped. We played with cats.
The best part, the VERY BEST part, is my dad had found boxes of slides in the basement, dug out the slide projector that he bought in 1958, along with a projector screen, and we watched slides for HOURS.
Y'all, I saw pictures I had never seen in my life. OF ME.
It was bittersweet. Pictures of loved ones, either long gone or more recently departed. Places and events remembered (future post on one of THOSE). Some of the slides were badly damaged from age and from water damage (I have written before that that basement has seen more than its share of flooding, from rain water to broken pipe water to broken SEWER pipe water).
One box was of photos my dad took when he spent almost a year in Korea from June 1957 to May 1958. He remembered all the places, all the people. Oh, the stories!
For my Ten Things of Thankful this week, I'm going to post ten of the photos I am most thankful to have discovered. In all honesty, I could do this format for months and months, because each photo is such a treasure, but I will spare you.
Nah, probably not. You will see more of these in the future.
My daddy, South Korea, near DMZ |
Taken from his camp, that mountain is North Korea. The white spot is an observation area. They were watching each other.... |
Easter, maybe 1965. In the background is my great aunts Ecie and Daisy's car (which once belonged to my mom) |
My first birthday, sampling cake with my mom in the dining room at my great aunts' house. I have that cake stand. |
Christmas 1965, I believe. Pat-a-burp doll in new stroller. Baby Kissy on the floor next to me. Christmas apple and orange from stocking on coffee table. |
My grandpa on the farm outside Urich. That's a dairy barn behind him and a contraption my dad built to take feed into attic. |
My mama, Easter, maybe 1965. She reminds me of Jackie Kenendy. |
With my brother, 1964-ish, standing in the driveway of our Ruskin Heights house, in front of our Falcon station wagon. |