First Day Of School Memories

Seeing pictures on Facebook yesterday of my friends’ children heading back to school brought back memories of those days for me with Marshall.  Of course, back then, we didn’t have Facebook to document those milestones.

I published this blog post back in September of 2011, and since I have some new followers, I thought it would be a good time to share it once again.

This was back when I was participating in Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.

For Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop this week, I chose the prompt:
3.) First day of school pictures…let’s have’em!

As I seem to do from time to time, I’m taking liberties with the prompt. Mama Kat may have intended that we post current school year photos, but I’ve decided to write about Marshall’s first day of kindergarten.

Thankfully, starting school was not as traumatic for Marshall as it had been for me. Maybe that was because he had attended pre-school a couple mornings each week the year before. In these photos, he seems quite ready, with his book bag and Super Powers lunch box in hand, to begin his journey through school.

In days to come, the book bag would contain school announcements,  permission slips for field trips and workbook pages as Marshall learned the three “r’s”. The lunch box would return home in the afternoons with sandwich leftovers, zip-lock baggies of potato chip crumbs and many times, mystery food from a lunchtime swap with a buddy.

Next photo….on to the front porch. Marshall’s still smiling, but I’m not sure why his dad was holding the lunchbox.  I wish I could recall what Marshall took for lunch that first day…. a peanut butter sandwich, perhaps? And I’m sure there was Kool-aid in that thermos.

Next photo: we’ve made it to the school bus, and “all systems are still go”.  I have no idea what I was attempting to do here, other than have Marshall turn around for yet another picture.  The little girl behind him is his childhood friend, Maggie, the daughter of a neighbor.

Although Marshall didn’t cry on his first day of school, I certainly did. But I made sure to hold back the tears until the school bus was well on its way. No, I wasn’t one of those parents that followed the bus to school, but doing so probably crossed my mind.

And even though Marshall’s first day of school went smoothly, he and I agree that we’re glad our school days are a thing of the past.

Mama’s Losin’ It

And as my blogging friend, MJ, wrote on her Facebook post about first-day-of-school pictures this week: to all you parents sending your little ones off to school, “don’t blink”.

~These Days Of Mine~

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Easy Way Out

No lengthy blog post today: I’m taking the easy way out and just sharing a couple of pictures from yesterday.

At dinner with my two guys on the Eastern Shore of Virginia:

And an unusual sky at sunset on the way home, taken from the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel.

Happy Labor Day Monday! How are you spending yours?

~These Days Of Mine~

Grandaddy’s Love; Little Girl’s Treasure

There’s a wonderful little vintage shop, creatively named “Vintage Potential”, in our town. The owner frequently posts, on the shop’s Facebook page, pictures of items for sale.  Followers can comment ‘sold’ to claim the item, then arrange payment and pick-up.

Yesterday, I happened to see an item on Facebook just a few minutes after it was posted. I didn’t comment ‘sold’, because I wanted to actually see it in person first.  I did, however, hurry on down town to have a look.

And….I bought it. Later, Motor Man, Marshall and I went to bring it home.

This tiny child’s dresser, made of pine, is only 39 inches tall.

The inside of the top left drawer is made from the wood of an old raisin box.

And, although this little dresser is adorable, I think what may have “sold” me on it is the note attached to the back.
Made by Robert Reynolds for his granddaughter, Angela Reynolds, Georgetown, D.C. 1925.
Refinished by Warren (?) for his wife, the same Angela, Paris, Va. 1989

One of my first thoughts when I saw the date it was made was that my Mom’s youngest sister, Sarah, was born in 1925, while the family lived in Bacon’s Castle.

Then I happened to think: was Angela the first grandchild of Robert Reynolds? His first granddaughter? Just imagine the love he put into crafting this tiny piece of furniture for her.

As I often do when I purchase (or even see) an item in an antique shop, I wonder if Angela had no descendants to fall heir to this family treasure.

Rest easy, Angela, Robert and Warren. This beautiful little dresser, made with love by Grandaddy, loved by his granddaughter and, then, years later, refinished with love by her husband, now has a home. And, once again, it is loved.

~These Days Of Mine~

It’s Off To “Work” I Go

Yesterday, as I do nearly every day, I went to our shop and took lunch to Motor Man.

After lunch, I did some office work, and Motor Man went out in the shop to his assembly room. A short time later, I went out to talk with him, just as he was starting to put the push rods in an engine.

Those long black things are push rods.

As he was putting one in place, it fell down into the “valley” of the engine block. In the picture below, the yellow arrow points to the hole that it fell through (where the guide plate is). But, when it fell, instead of being “vertical”, it was in a horizontal position. We used a magnetic wand to reach it, but there was no way it was going to come back out the same way it fell in.

So, the two of us worked to get it down to the end where the green arrow is pointing (that’s the opening for the distributor).  But, Motor Man had to use a huge screwdriver and pliers and bend the rod to get it out, damaging it in the process.

Since I rarely work out in the shop, he had to document this monumental event with a photo.

He texted the picture to Marshall as well as a couple of our racing friends/customers.  Their replies were interesting:

Racer #1: “Motor Woman in training?”

Racer #2 “Ha-ha, a good woman right there, Bud.”

And my son, Marshall, (the comedian): “The boss is finally doing some work?”

Yeah, I think, in the future, I’ll just stick with office “work” and leave the shop work to Motor Man. After all, he laughed when I asked if he had a shop apron I could wear.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

Sunday Supper

During my childhood (and beyond), the mid-day meal was known as “dinner”, and the evening meal was “supper”. Through the years, they’ve become “lunch” and “dinner” respectively. And I suppose those terms do sound a bit more sophisticated, but the word “supper” brings back many fond memories for me.

Last night, Motor Man alerted me to the fact that we had “supper” guests. You may have to study this picture closely: there’s a lot going on here. (I apologize for the reflections. I snapped this through our bedroom window.)  In it, Mama deer has been caught dining on my liriope. And did you see baby deer in the lower right corner of the picture, learning from her example?

Earlier in the day, I noticed the liriope and wondered how it had survived this long. Foolishly, I assumed it was safe tucked away in that forest of celosia.

Yes, you’re busted, Missy. But you’re also beautiful.

And as for your little one, who one day will “grow into” those ears….

Well, what can I say?

Thanks for stopping by for Sunday supper.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

More Sybil

You may recall previous posts about Marshall’s newest kitty, Sybil.  He has reason to believe that Sybil is daughter to his cat, Screamer, and that her dad brought her there to live with them.

Today, I’m sharing some recent pictures Marshall sent of that cutie.

To use a modern expression: “presh”.

Testing Dad’s patience?

You have to wonder what’s going on in this picture. Maybe Sybil wanted to pounce on Dad’s paw, but was thinking twice about it.

Sweet Sybil, purrhaps we need to learn a more ladylike resting position:

But whatever you find comfy.

Hope your weekend finds you as relaxed as Sybil.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

“Camera Hog”

The idea for this post came about a couple of weeks ago as a result of the final picture in today’s post.  I didn’t realize just how many folks, over the past few years, have taken pictures of me taking pictures.

This would be a good time to explain how I have come to take so many photos. “Way back in 2000, Motor Man and I were planning a trip to California. At the time, we had a tiny digital camera. He wanted to upgrade for something nicer before our trip. While we were at the store, looking at different models, he asked which one I liked. I made the comment that it should be his choice, because I wasn’t going to “lug around” a big camera like that….

(clearing my throat) ….Those are words that I have “eaten” many, many, many times since then.  In the years since, Motor Man has told everyone that he’s not allowed to touch our camera. (Not true….)

So today, I thought it would be fun to share photos that have been taken of me using OUR camera…not mine: OURS.

This first one was taken by our friend, Bev, in January of 2012. She and her husband had taken Motor Man and me to Corolla to see the horses. This trip, basically, began our obsession with visiting that area.

During the summer of 2012, after purchasing our 4-wheel-drive Jeep, Motor Man and I took our former neighbor, Susie, to Corolla to see the horses, and she took this picture. We later sold the Jeep (and now have a Tahoe), but that Jeep was fun, and I love this picture: the beach, the sunrise, and Motor Man waiting patiently for us.

This colorful shot was taken by my friend, Donna, at sunrise in the Outer Banks, in July, 2015.

This next picture was taken by our friend, Pam, in September, 2016. It was also at Corolla (do you see a theme here?). Motor Man and I were giving her and her husband a tour of the area, and I was, of course, taking pictures of “my” horses.

Motor Man took this with his cell phone of me at an outdoor concert we attended in August, 2016.

And, finally, the inspiration for this post.  Recently, around the time of sunset, we were crossing a little bridge near our house. Motor Man dropped me off, so I could take a picture (imagine that). After crossing the bridge, he turned around and came back for me. There’s a tiny, waterfront restaurant near the bridge, and our friends, Terry and Sindee, just happened to be there at the time having dinner.  On the lower right, the sunset is reflected in the water.

I suppose all these pictures just reinforce what Motor Man has said all these years.

My name is Dianna, and I AM a camera hog.

~These Days Of Mine~