Over the edge . . .

 

My friend and top-notch public educator, Jackie Stafford, repelling the 8-story building at 888 New Hampshire in an effort to raise money for the Boys and Girls Club of Lawrence. Bill Self bailed.

 

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Seed Saver’s Fine Art

Pendleton’s Country Market

Not givin’ away my . . . seat

Lucky, Grandson Campbell.  His parents scored a seat and gave it to him.  He wants the t-shirt that says . . .and Peggy.  Love the bowtie.

Carol Edgelow Howe 1923-2017

Mom in her wedding dress. We are all missing her on the anniversary of her death.

Dad’s War Ration Book

It’s ugly outside, not a good day for outdoor photos. So I’m cleaning up. Dad was in Cambridge 1943-1946 (I think) at what was then the Episcopal Theological Seminary.

I need to do some research to determine what the numbers and letters mean. The National World War II Museum and Duke University Library have images but not much detail.

Octavius and Caroline

My great-grandparents shared a passport in 1925.

My mother was named after Caroline. Octavius was the eighth child in his family, hence the name.

Suzanne and her Cinderella dress inspired by Shirley Temple

Tulips next

Mother’s lemonade pitcher from Prairie Street.

From the basement

This little doll belonged to Suzanne Nickel. Aunt Vickie and Uncle Dee adopted her when she was just a baby. Tragically, when she was just five years old she died of lukemia. That was in 1954.  More from Suzanne’s short, happy life.

The rocking chair

The day has ended
our house is dark
as I lie in bed
the silence is broken
only by the sound
of a rocking chair
In that old rickety
chair you sit
holding Nathan tight
That same chair
where my mother rocked me
quieting tears in the night
That peaceful rhythm
back and forth
back and forth
over the hardwood floor
Our little son
was not the only one
you rocked to sleep
last night
Louis Copt
May 13, 1976