We’re back. My grandfather (in his 90s) was thrilled to host 24 or so for Thanksgiving yesterday. It’s been decades since I can remember that many children playing on fields surrounding the circa 1890s farmhouse. It was renovated when I was a kid in the 70s (to add plumbing – I remember having to use the outhouse – and other modern conveniences). But it still looks the same as when I was a kid – there is something reassuring about that, since I grew up an Army brat. Of course the fields weren’t planted – it was winter – and you can see the new homes built over the last ten years.
My grandfather seemed pleased at all the ruckus, and as I stood in the chilly wind watching the children play chase and football and try to climb the trees, it brought back a flood of memories from when I was that small. I still can’t believe nothing was broken in the house! The kids were oblivious to everything and just had so much fun in the outdoors.
I promised some pictures of me in the outfit I made. These pictures were taken in the same living room as the one above with my mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. Of course, that was pre-renovation, but the decor was the same. I would have had more photos taken, but, well, you know how it goes. Hope everyone had a good day!
PS: I need to find a salon. My hair needs a cutting/coloring!