One Word Wednesday- Vintage
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| (1965) The year before I was born. Can you say 'spoiled first child'? |
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| (1975) My 'baby' brother, Marc, Me, my sister, Heidi, aka- spoiled one. (Love you, Heidi!) |
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| (1969) My dad helping me check out my stocking. |
Illusive Peace
Her house is stifling. The fan above her clicks a rhythm and she lays as still as she can, hoping for relief. She pushes herself up, forcing movement that reverberates in her head. Walking through the rooms, she checks windows, praying for the breath of a breeze. She loves this house. Here she nursed and nurtured her babies. The walls show signs of life-- fingerprints and smudges. Smiling faces, captured and framed, adorn the walls. But, the walls are closing in and she retreats to the sanctuary of her room. The thoughts are pressing, intensifying the pain in her head. She tries with all her might to force them out. You're not welcome here . Still, they come. Persistent, they are. The fan beats in time with the judgements- ' not e-nough, not e-nough, not e-nough'. She puts out the welcome mat, hoping for sleep. Instead, she cries, curled into herself. But, the day is like any other, demanding, not to be ignored. Amazing how ...
D-aawww ... !
ReplyDeleteLucky kids! So nice you have these photos to cherish (:
Thanks for sharing!
Wow - you're old. Just kidding!! I'm older so I can say that :) We used to put that silver tinsel on our tree. At first we would carefully place each strand and then we would get tired and toss globs of it - - our dad would get so mad! hahaha
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ReplyDeleteJudy- I remember trying to do the tinsel right, but it always got boring, so we clumped.
ReplyDeleteAdorable pictures. My youngest sister had that Fisher Price barn--the "cow" mooed when you opened the door. I used to annoy everyone in the house with that little bugger. :)
ReplyDeleteI remember that cow. That barn was the reason I found out about Santa that year. I found it in my parent's room a couple weeks before Christmas.
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