Today’s post is some of the old photos I scanned in today.
I spent most of the night touching up my (deceased) Aunt Bella’s wedding photo. The original was all torn, bent, and dusty. She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?
Here’s my mom and her boyfriend kissing somewhere in Germany, 1976.
This is me playing with my cat Cutie. On the left is the son of one of my mom’s friends, Grant. (He’s starting college this year.) This was taken on our farm in Crescent City.
Here’s my mom with her violin, giving me a look. This was taken in my grandma’s house (where I am now).
Here’s my mom and Dolina, our Scottish Highlander cow we kept more as a pet than anything. I remember my mom always yelling out the window “Do-LI-na!” and the cow would come clanking over (we put a bell on her) for treats.
I leave you with my mother during her fishing days giving an enigmatic look while out at sea. That’s her old skipper on the left.
All of these are super-high-res, just click on the photo and go to “all sizes” to see the larger versions.
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Wow. Your childhood seems so magical through the context of old photographs! Looking at these I couldn’t help but envy the cow. That’s so hardcore. I mean, super-hardcore. Probably illegal in Utah.
Thanks for sharing.`
Envy BECAUSE OF the cow. Although, I dunno. Maybe the cow had a life to be envious of. I hear there were treats involved…
Dolina did have a charmed life, she was the only cow we left with her horns, so all the other cows were afraid of her.
When they’d mess with her, she’d wave the tip of one of the horns in their face and they would run off. It was odd, but she knew exactly where the tips of those horns were, she’d use them to scratch herself.