Tardy Thursday

I hit the Mother Lode yesterday while shifting everything around in the garage under the guise of cleaning and organizing for a Yard Sale. There it was, hidden on a top shelf tucked in a nondescript box! A large plastic bag with a zipper around the top that at one time held brand new bedding but was enlisted and recycled as a storage bag. I had been hunting for six months for the treasure it held, several photo albums, a large manila envelope filled with old report cards and Bible School graduation diplomas/pictures, a broken and torn binder holding studio photos, and a small photo box of more recent (1970's and early 1980's) color snaps!

I laid them all out and went through the photographs them one by one, taking my priceless riches to the scanner and making a large folder of the most precious.

Not only is it a wonderful cache for me, it is perfectly timed and quite the miracle! One of my step daughters is turning 30 this coming week end and quite some time ago she asked if I knew where the "family photographs" could possibly be. Then it came back to me when I laid my hand on the bag yesterday, her mother, my husbands ex, had handed over the family stash to Joe years and years ago. For D., as she grows older, it means everything.

So, at the party Saturday I'll have this kick ass gift! At least I think so, Joe thinks I need to go out and find a designer purse knock off at the local Flea Market (God I hope D. is not reading this!!It will ruin the week-end!).....

Anyway, thanks to Wistful Wednesday at Far Side of Fifty, here is a jewel of my husband, on his way to church, getting ready to pack his gun...no doubt to tuck it in the back part of his pants, just like the gangster, a little Tony Soprano he resembles, as he escorts his sister (not packing)(unless hers is a discretely hidden derringer under her hat) and older brother (also with gun)to the Presbyterian Church.






Circa 1957 or 58.....