Saturday Snapshot: Memories

Saturday Snapshot is a meme hosted by Alyce at At Home with Books. All you have to do is "post a photo that you (or a friend or family member) have taken and then leave a direct link to your post in the Mr. Linky on [her] blog. Photos can be old or new, and be of anything as long as they are clean and appropriate for all eyes to see. How much detail you give is up to you." All she asks is that you don't just post random photos that you find online. (Click pictures for close-up).

My Grandma Ingols with my dad, Phil, and his sister, Diana (1949-ish).  I'm not sure what my aunt has on her dress (or thinks she has on her dress).  Loving my dad's little hat, though.

Saturday Snapshot: Jack-o-Lanterns

Saturday Snapshot is a meme hosted by Alyce at At Home with Books. All you have to do is "post a photo that you (or a friend or family member) have taken and then leave a direct link to your post in the Mr. Linky on [her] blog. Photos can be old or new, and be of anything as long as they are clean and appropriate for all eyes to see. How much detail you give is up to you." All she asks is that you don't just post random photos that you find online. (Click pictures for close-up).

 

Here are lots of Jack-o-Lanterns from when my son was young:

 

Orange You Glad It's Friday: Jack-o-Lanterns

It's time for another round of Orange You Glad It's Friday.  This photo meme is sponsored by Hood Photo Blog.  The mission, should you choose to accept it, is to post a picture that you have taken or have permission to use with a little or a lot of orange, share your link at the site, visit others, and leave  comments if you wish.  Here's my bit of orange for the week--lots of Jack-o-Lanterns from when my son was young:

Saturday Snapshot: Happy Halloween

Saturday Snapshot is a meme hosted by Alyce at At Home with Books. All you have to do is "post a photo that you (or a friend or family member) have taken and then leave a direct link to your post in the Mr. Linky on [her] blog. Photos can be old or new, and be of anything as long as they are clean and appropriate for all eyes to see. How much detail you give is up to you." All she asks is that you don't just post random photos that you find online. (Click picture for close-up.)

My little fireman...

Halloween 1996

Hot Guys Reading Books

Okay, so there is this blog out there called Hot Guys Reading Books that claims a. that you just don't see enough guys reading and b. not enough of the ones that you do see are hot. I found this site back when I was first dipping my toes into the blogging water and they were all "Send us your photos!" So I did. And did they post pictures of MY hot fella? Nope. So, I've decided to inflict my pictures on all of you lovely followers.....

First up: Both of my guys (about 15 years ago)--Hubby and the future hot guy, my son. Nothing has changed, hubby still likes Star Trek and my son still tends to sneak my books if they look good (that's my Anatomy of Murder in his hot little hands).


Second: Hubby with our part-time dog, Collette. How could the Hot Guys site have resisted a hot guy with a cute dog?


Neither of these fellas is quite the reader that yours truly is (you'll never see a book blog by either one of them, that's for sure). But I do think they're a couple of cuties!

Eagle Scout!!

I interrupt this reading blog to do some shameless bragging. My son just passed his Eagle Scout Board of Review. I am now the proud mama of an Official Eagle Scout! Woo Hoo!

Happy Halloween: My Favorite Trick-or-Treater

Even though he's now too old to go Trick-or-Treating, here's a Halloween greeting from my favorite Trick-or-Treater when he was a wee bit smaller:


Hope everyone had a fun and safe Halloween!

Grandma

As promised, I finished for one more day last night. A lovely, thought-provoking book. And it did make me think about all the people I'd lost and who I would want one more day with--especially if I could only choose one. I think I'd have to choose my Grandma Ingols. I'm quite sure she knew how much I (and all the grandkids) loved her, but did I really tell her? Enough? Or properly thank her? Probably not.

I'd want to tell her just how much I loved spending the night at grandma's house--even when I was a teenager. That she was the absolute best at making bacon and fried eggs for breakfast. Nobody can make the white so nice and crispy and leave the yolk soft for dipping toast like Grandma. And the toast that came out of her ancient toaster? Perfection. And that I loved helping her make home-made dumplings even though I hated when she added them to ham & beans (it was the ham & beans I hated, not the dumplings). And, as Charley puts it in the book, how she "stood up" for me when Dad was getting after me. ["Now, Phil, don't be so hard on her. She's just going through a stage."]

I'd want to tell her how wonderful she made growing up in our family. And how much I appreciate that for her family always came first. But mostly I'd just like to say, "I love you, Grandma. I really do. You're the greatest." I hope she can hear me.