My father was in the US Navy, my mother was in the British ATS. They met, fell in love, and the rest is history.
This was taken in London, the day after they were married, so May 2nd, 1945.
There are times, when I think I am just like him. Then other times, I am so much my mother.
I guess that is the mystery, and the magic, isn't it? That two people like this come up with an offspring that is a combination of both of them.
They had quite a story, as all of our parents do. But unless we tell it to our children, and pass it on somehow, then the story is lost forever.
I got this picture restored, and enlarged to an 8x10. I brought it home, and left it on my mother's table.
It didn't take long for her to notice it, and she came out into the kitchen, with the picture in her hand, and tears in her eyes. My father has been gone for 5 years, but to my mother, he still looks like this.
That's a good thing.
L and I are worried about Bubbalee. She hasn't been seen by either of us for a few days. We have looked in the loft, a few times, but no sign of her. Bunnynose has been around, but no Bubbalee.
We contemplated where she might be.
Could she have a litter of kittens somewhere, out of sight?
We hope not, because the likelihood of them surviving this cold is not good.
Even for a big old boy like Bunnynose, life is hard. There are cars, predators, snow, and frigid temps.
He and Bubbalee have an edge though, the loft in the barn with places to snuggle down, a heated mat to lay on. They have food every day, and a water bowl that never freezes.
But still, they are slaves to their hormones, and the dangers they encounter are many.
I struggle with doing as much as I can, and wanting to do more.
The Cranbrook is coming along good. I am pretty impressed with the loom, and myself.
Today I even ADJUSTED the shed. Heart be still.
The best part???? Well, the best part is that I am GETTING IT.
I wove one more rug today on it. I realized that a four foot span on a regular bench was a stretch, so I got my rolling massage chair, and that made a big difference.
I will continue to make 4x6 rugs on this warp, but my next project is going to be a little smaller, and more fun.
Have I told you lately that you do delicious looking rugs? Wow, love your choice of colors, Hilary. Fab Fab Fab.
Great pic of your folks! I can see why it brought tears to your mama's eyes.
Wonderful photo of your mom and dad! Both of my parents are WWII vets, Dad in the Navy and Mom an Army nurse. My dad is at that point where his memories are best from that time, not now. He loves those old pictures too - I am happy for you that you had that picture restored, what a great gift for your mom! Andie
I love that you left the photo on the table for your mother to find.
Love that she still sees him that way. I see my husband as a young boy. Still.
I'm so happy that you've got Cranbrook making music again. We visited the Schacht Co. headquarters last year, and they had a Cranbrook in their lobby. They urged me to try my hand at weaving on it, but I was too intimidated and felt I was "not worthy" of such a wonderful loom. Now I wish I'd thrown a few picks. One day...
Handsome folks, Hilary - what a nice thing to have, that photo....and your mothers reaction to it.
Please keep us posted on Bubbalee..I've grown fond of the girl and hoped she would stay out of harms way - you certainly gave her the best opportunities possible -
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