Showing posts with label tbt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tbt. Show all posts

November 07, 2013

tbt - i loved covered wagons before they were cool

baby claire in a covered wagon in wyoming

i loved covered wagons before they were cool ... or before i thought i'd travel the oregon trail in two weeks and learn all things ot. guess it starts at a young age. thanks ma. thanks pa.

October 24, 2013

tbt - claire loves blanet

claire loves blanet

of all the photos, in all the land, this may be one of my favorites. there's so much to take away from a quick glace - the rat's nest i have burrowed in my hair (that no one could tame until it burned off one birthday), the white bra my momma wore, the sun, and the obvious ... the unquenchable obsession i have with my blanket. that blanket and i were inseparable. it started as one piece and, after countless times it would hid under the couch and my folks would be late to this or that event while they scoured the house looking for it, it went to two pieces. i always had my favorite corner ... and after the blanket was sliced in two, the un-cornerable piece just never did. that was the piece that was cut first ... when my mom said i couldn't leave the house dragging that giant thing around, she compromised and we cut a wee piece out of the un-cornerable piece that i could take with me. it worked ... until i dropped it in the muddy driveway of aunt jennie and uncle mike's place. but the two halves lived on. i don't know when i stopped needing the blanket every night. but as with all childhood toys, they fade to the background. the blanket now lives on the dresser in the bedroom, right next to croakie ... lou's childhood "blanket". fitting, i guess. 

October 17, 2013

tbt - to my parents

mom and dad and claire. big glasses and big mustache

it's time to jump on the throw back thursday bandwagon. i do love wagons. today, i love my parents. in all their 80s glory. big glasses, big mustaches and cute little claire-overalls. faded tombstones in the background. my favorite photos are the candid ones. where the photographee is caught in a moment of unawares. a pure moment. no facade. no show. maybe they were thinking about the funeral. maybe they were thinking about me. maybe they were thinking about being anywhere but there or only there. whatever they were thinking, they sure were looking good doing it.