Family picnics of the past. What kind of memories does that conjure up in your mind? This is one of my favorite photos of my parents. Clearly, they are running to win a race. I'm fascinated by the fact that the camera was able to capture them without blurring. Most of my inherited family pictures typically should have one of them cut off. No, there they are . . both of them . . running their hearts out. I can almost hear the laughter. My mom was running barefoot. Such delight.
My one aunt . . Frances, moved to California when she got married and when she would come home we could count on a family picnic to a park. Remember when . . our moms made potato salad and fried chicken and Plumi Moos (cold dried fruit soup)? There would be homemade buns, jellied salads, little fried meatballs, and cakes and cookies . . everyone brought their best. Us kids would run around, play hike and seek and take for granted the community of extended family. We loved it.
Way at the back of the photo you can see my Auntie Mary. Isn't is adorable that they are all wearing cotton summer dresses? Hers even has a matching little Bolero . . right back in style. It's her birthday tomorrow. She is still sharp as a whip. I think she'll be 81. I recalculated that several times. It can't be . . my mind says, but I think it is true. She still regularly goes to volunteer at a thrift shop, and walks with gusto. Amazing. I hope she has a wonderful day tomorrow.
Someday our kids and siblings, will look at photos and wonder in amazement at the energy we appeared to have. I surely hope that my beloved Mr. T and I leave many endearing memories for our kids. Once in a while it occurs to me that we need to purpose to do that. We can't just be sitting here and hoping that fun will come our way, can we?
Well, I'm off to walk my 30 minutes so that I can live to be 81 and still be sharp as a whip. Then I need to make some delightful dish for my beloved. He has a long and busy day ahead of him in the barns and its the least I can do.