Now that I have my swanky new scanner my world has opened up to so many possibilities. I was looking through old photos and trying to learn how to use my new "office equipment" when I came upon this gem. It probably dosen't need much of an explanation but I'll offer one anyways.
Every year my Auntie Betty would go to Hawaii in winter. I really did not know too much about Hawaii other than what the postcards revealed. Who wouldn't like it there? Pictures of sand and Hula girls and Palm trees . . oh, don't you just want to pack your bags? What I usually could count on was a gift, some small trinket to make me feel special. This gift generally conicided sometime around my birthday and I quite looked forward to Auntie Betty's return.
When I was born my mom released my first name with delight. She had hidden the name in her heart for decades and never told anyone of it for fear of someone snatching it up and using it for their daughter before she had a chance. There was 4 boys born to my mom before me and although she delighted at the birth of each one of them . . well, I was special. (I'm trying to eek out a comment from my brothers here) My mom blessed me with 2 middle names after 2 of my aunts. I'm not sure why she didn't use my Auntie Betty's proper name Lorena to name me after but it dosen't matter . . named after her and my Auntie Frances I am.
This delightful outfit was from Auntie Betty. As you can see I wore it with pride. The saddest part was that there was no appropriate place to where it. Church was definitely out of the question. It was the middle of winter so I couldn't wear it out to frolick in the sun so I delighted in running around the house pretending to be in the land of lovely brown skin, sand and palm trees.
Isn't it funny how memories are so vivid? I can clearly remember my Auntie Betty smiling at me as I modeled the "authentic" Hula girl outfit for her. She assured me that I looked very nice in it. I believed her. Did she know that making a young girl feel special would last a lifetime? Did she realize that her sweet way was a blessing?
Today we have another storm rolling in. I have a pot of homemade Chicken Noodle Soup on the stove. The barometric pressure has been causing havoc on my sinus cavities and I've decided to consume copious amounts of Chicken Noodle Soup tonight in hopes of a headache free day tomorrow.
Perhaps I'll go now and see to making some fine egg noodles . . with of course farm fresh eggs. Terry loves fresh pasta.