The Way We Were



Pensive



First Communion 1963?











Mem'ries,

Light the corners of my mind

Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?
Mem'ries, may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...
The Way We Were,
Lyrics by Barbra Streisand

So...

My sister Carol was going through Mom's things and ran

across these antiquated photos of me.

Like most old pictures, they had no names or dates on the back.

I run across old photos like these all the time when I'm out thrifting and wonder,

who is this person, where were they from, what kind of life did they have?

It's sad really, no one will ever know who or when they were.

Well, I got busy putting info on the back of all the photos she sent me.
Can't have my photos floating about without any info,
people need to know who I am, who I was!!!

School and special event pictures are always fun to look at because

someone took the time to fix your hair and make sure you had decent clothes on
and generally looked presentable.

And isn't it funny how one year you think you're looking pretty good

and the next year your thinking OMG what happened???

7th grade 1965
(check out the bad eye)

8th grade 1966



Sophmore year 1968

Kind of like this one!!!

And I really thought I was stylin with that hair!
I like the First Communion one,
I wish my hair was still red like that, not this gray stuff.


1972- ish. Chicago beach



2010 Ren Fest with Nathan

I still feel young, my body doesn't hurt, no arthritis happening,

 not too many wrinkles yet, generally feeling ok.

I was supposed to be wearing my glasses in all of these photos,

notice they only show up in one?

Looking over these photos I realize, I was a dreamy child,

not really connected to the real world.

Not much has changed in my 57 years! 

Sometimes when I'm sad, I wonder,

what have you done, what have you accomplished,

will anyone remember you?

What about you?

How has your life been?

Till Next Time,

 Bonjour



Seriously, Serious Thoughts

So........

I ran across a blog the other night & was immediately drawn to it. There was only 1 post.
The content was her life & how being gay was affecting it.

I can relate to being different. I have always been different.

Being a leftie has it's challenges, being dyslexic has it's challenges,

being me & all that entails  has it's challenges.

There are people out there who want you to conform,
this is the trend of the world.

It reminds me of an Ayn Rand novel, ( I think the title was Atlas Shrugged ) or perhaps Ira levin's This Perfect Day. Everyone has to be the same. That's not the way the real world works, we are all unique as per God's design. I will continue to be me & I hope Zoya will continue to be herself.

The ones who try to force you to conform are afraid I think,
not willing to take risks.
Life is a risk, embrace it. Be you !

The Lottery!!!

I want to win the lottery, I have prayed to God to win.

I want to give the money to my loved ones, My Church,
to people who are losing their homes, anywhere it can do good.

Seriously,

Till next time

Bonjour

 P.S. Thank goodness for spell check! (dyslexic)