How can the years fly by so fast? Old photos will remind you.
I just found this photo of my daughter, Kim, in our first year in our house in Cramer Hill. (I had lived in Cramer Hill from birth to twenty-three and then returned at age thirty-three to buy the house next to my family.)
Sadly, there is no date on the photo, but I’m pretty sure it’s 1983 when Kim was almost one year old. I thought that I’d NEVER forget when I took this photo. Duh. The good old K-Mart developing service did a decent job–the photo’s colors are still true. Remember cameras, rolls of film, putting it in the envelope for K-Mart to send away?
This goofy, throwback Thursday photo makes me smile–my beige kitchen wall phone with the extra long cord that reached into the playroom. Dating myself. Kim played on that oldish mattress with our dog, Juanita, and attempted to get Juanita interested in talking on the phone, but to no avail.
Juanita was an only pet, but she welcomed her “sister” Kim and wasn’t jealous as people had warned me that would happen. Someone had even suggested that I get rid of my dog. What?
Juanita lived to be almost seventeen, but her last year was in poor health. Tears still come into my eyes remembering when we had to put her down–twenty-three years ago. Oh boy, I’m here at my kitchen table wiping tears on my T-shirt.
I wanted write a funny blog about time passing, but instead I’m crying.
The good news is that she had a wonderful life with us.
I miss the time when my daughter was a baby and snuggled with me to read books with the dog beside us. However, now she has a one-year-old who snuggles with books and me and aw, how happy that makes me.
I haven’t been thirty-three since 1983. Where did the years ago? I guess getting out the old photos can remember me.
How about you, dear readers? Are the years flying by for you, too?
Marguerite (Wunsch) Ferra
…still in Cramer Hill, but the playroom is a writing/Christmas wrapping storage room!