Once again I am peeking through 918's letter slot

I spy something beautiful and old.

fall

918's fashion runway for the autumn attire. tennis anyone?

bonnets

another easter sunday picture in which you see five sisters decked out in their finest 1950's coats, wearing corsages, white gloves, patent leather shoes, or saddle shoes! and easter hats. i actually have on a bonnet!

we almost always had a mad rush getting to church on time. lots of hysteria trying to find the right match to our gloves, or crying because our shoes were lost. "dad, where are my gloves?" "well, I haven't been wearing them!" he would get so frustrated with us and curse under his breath something about the irish and time.

we were late alot. and it was almost always ten minutes late. strange. so, they set the kitchen clock to be ten minutes ahead. somehow, we all liked it this way. it seemed more natural, somehow right. of course our visitors and guests would have quite a start and pack up to leave prematurely thinking it was much later than it was. didn't everyone have their clocks set forward?

918 Easter

This may have been the same Easter in both pictures, I'm not sure.
Check out the stuffed baby duck in my hands!
I loved the skirt E is wearing.
Wasn't mom's dress lovely?
B & I in-front of our yellow bus, our nickname for the old Ford. With great irritation, dad taped over the oil light because it came on one too many times and the engine seized up for lack of oil. His mechanic proudly displayed the motor in public, which may have made dad chuckle? I know my other sisters know more about this story...I invite them to help me out.

caboose

here's the front porch fashion runway. and that is the inner lining of dad's fedora crowning my head. the front of 918 had two landing strips of concrete that made a great perch to view all the coming and going. and it was a very active household with many visitors, always welcomed warmly.

being the baby of our family was like being the caboose of a very fast moving train. i could often get a glimpse of the engine ahead when we were on a fast curve but from my vantage point, i could only go along with the momentum and direction we were headed. sometimes we'd get off track, sometimes go in for repairs, and come out for a smoother ride. it was ALWAYS exciting and unpredictable, not to mention, a little nerve-wracking. i sometimes sucked my thumb when feeling insecure, unsure. where are you?