#1 son in front of the blacksmith shop
What is nostalgic to one might be nausea-algic to another. But I must admit I am pathetically nostalgic about my personal upbringing and the young Camelot days raising kids. And though you don’t want to live in the past, remembering great moments brings a joy for the now.
For several years, we spent Memorial day weekend at the ranch my friend grew up on. Her dad was an avid collector and had built an old western town on the property, filled with antiques that made it feel like the real deal. A couple of years, I put B & W film in the camera to try to recreate old-timey photos. These are some.
#1 and #2 sons settling a dispute the old western movie way
#3 son growing into his ten-gallon hat
#4 son keeping the world safe for man, woman, and beast!
And not to be upstaged by my young’uns, this picture is one of some of my sisters and cousins after swimming at the lake. I am the one with her tongue sticking out. Haven’t changed much, except that my swim suits hang together a bit better!