Childhood Memories

The other morning when I woke up. Thoughts of my childhood and my Dad came into mind.

My Dad was always off to work, but in the mornings when I was about two or three years old my brother and I slept in the roll away bed in the front room. He would come in and wake us up, and my brother would get right up but I would hide under the covers and wait for him to come back. He would come in and say has any one seen Joan and then he would say, she must have went to get dressed and I am going to fold up this bed and put it in the closet. He would fold it up and I would giggle and then I would pop my head out of the side of the bed and say here I am.

I sure loved that time with him in the morning.

The kitchen table

Our table was where you had good times and you took your problems some place else.

My oldest boy was the story teller and the younger boy was a joke teller. We would sit down at the table and no matter how your day went the boys would start and feeding off each other, the table would come alive with laughter and life became special and for that short time, life was not about what you had, the out side world was gone, and family came together.
Some times we would laugh so hard that we would be in tears with these two boys.
Down through the generations in my life , every table could write a book.
Family dinners are about laughter and home cooked foods !

Maybe this is where the comfort foods came from. Home is where you are safe and loved.

I think I see home changing and that is why scrap booking is so important to me. I can sit and bring that love back and look at the old times in a different way.

In a life of hard times the kitchen table was where we all came together and shut the world out.

People we meet on the back roads.

The winds blew and the light rains kept coming, they said that the winds were 55 miles per hour. It was the first time I had been in the rains that were driving that hard. When I turned to walk back to the motor home, an older man that was working picking up trash, start to talk to me. He looked like a Sea Captain standing in the storm. He smiled so nice and you would have thought it was 75 and sunny with no wind. He asked where I was from and I told him. and he said he had once lived in Ohio. I was rushing to get out of the rain, but as we drove away I thought of him standing at the wheel of a boat in the mist of a storm. Feeling each wavy like as if they were talking to him and having all of the trust in the world, in his boat. I wish now I would have stood and talk a while longer.

Motor Home Girl is ready for take off.

No scooters this time. Maybe it is because we are going to learn something different.

We can always hope for great weather, and looking at things in a different way.

So this is to new ways, and fun times

Where do you think we are?

Looking at the picture of Mr. Bob's bike, you can see we are still home. He has been working for about 3 days, trying to get it to keep running and he bought 3 more parts today, So after a well deserved nap he is going to have at it again. Yesterday was his birthday and he worked all day on the bike trying to get us on the road.

Tomorrow we leave with or with out the bikes.

Where is the Scooter fairy godmother when you need her.

If we don't take the bikes then the photos will have to be from Motor home Girl!

Take time to feel special today.

Last day of summer.

Thinking of the past fall days, at the little cabin down the long lane. The horses would be starting to put on the long winter hair and we would be thinking about how we do better showing next year.

Goose season would start.

The geese we had, come to mind and the goose hunting on the lake. We had two campers at the end of our land. We had two geese named Henry and Henrieta. One day they were out on the lake swimming and if you would call them, they would come running.

The Lady camper heard the shooting and she ran down to the dock and Henry and Henrieta were swimming.

She yelled! Henry get out of that lake now, Henry and Henrieta started towards her when a man in a hunting blind on the lake, stood up and yelled back at her.

You are not my wife and I am not getting out of this lake.

So many stories from the little cabin on the lake.

Tea Party with the boys.

Do you remember these days ! Once again I have been playing instead of working. This goes to show what you can create if you don't do your house work!

OH... I know, maybe MR. Bob will help and then we can have a tea party.

I don't think he will fall for that trick again.