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a note to his wife

My father was always having a cup of coffee (and – sadly – an unfiltered Camel cigarette) by 4:30 a.m. every morning before going to work.  Naturally, the rest of the household was slumbering and dreaming (hopefully Sweet Dreams).

He walked to work; our house – formerly a parsonage –  was next door to the Farmington Daily Times building.  He would come home for lunch.

Daddy was always leaving little notes on the kitchen table for Mother.

This man would be at work by 5:00 a.m. (at the latest) and home for a quick lunch (generally about 11:30) and would work until the newspaper was ‘put to bed’ and hours after that.  Every day.  Every single day.

the needle in the haystack

My mother let me use her Brownie Box camera early on; I was probably in the first grade when I initially began snapping pictures with her camera.

I’m searching through my photo albums for a particular family photo and believe me: it has been like looking for a needle in the haystack.  Although most of my albums are dated and labeled, I cannot find this particular picture!  I must find a better organizational system!

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pieces of the past

Pieces of the past stay on as pieces of us, do they?

– Ivan Doig (Heart Earth)

remembering good times

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good times - good friends - lovely memories

linked by blood

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We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language. – Joyce Carol Oates

no acorns at the foot of this tree

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family photo memories

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You don’t choose your family.  They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.  ~Desmond Tutu

Snap of the Day

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snap of the day

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history in photographs

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John Gesick signs books

 

 

a great history - in photographs

 

snap of the day

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shadows and reflections

“Every doorway, every intersection, has a story.”

– Katherine Dunn

upside down reflections

New Orleans Memories

Some of the snapshots from the 1970s and 1980s just aren’t that clear and ‘good.’  Camera technology has come a long way (and maybe the lady behind the camera has learned a thing or two).

The New Orleans memories are good memories.

Jazz at Pat O’Briens (remember one evening when Al Hirt played – ohyes!).

The Sonesta Hotel.

A Streetcar Named Desire.

Beignets at Cafe du Monde

Strolling Jackson Square

Touring some of the old homes in the Garden District

Visiting the beautiful home of Lindy Boggs in the French Quarter

Breakfast at Brennan’s (is that restaurant still in New Orleans?)

The delicious delicious meals at Antoine’s . . . and The Commander’s Palace . . . and anywhere at all in New Orleans

AND MUCH MUCH MORE . . . and NOW – the Saints won the Super Bowl (I’m sure everyone already knows that!).

Would love to be in New Orleans in March for the 24th Annual Tennessee Williams/New Orleans Literary Festival!

[Family trivia; Thomas Lanier “Tennessee” Williams and I descend from the same Welsh John Williams – not that anyone cares for such trivia – but it interests me . . .]

Ah – New Orleans Memories – brought to the fore as I sort and organize the tons of scattered photographs I’ve carelessly stored . . .

stories in snaps

Photography is a way of feeling,

of touching,

of loving.

What you have caught on film is captured forever . . .

it remembers little things,

long after you have forgotten everything.

Aaron Siskind

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