My
mom found several dozen rolls of undeveloped film while cleaning out
the basement. Hopefully my dad stashed more somewhere because it's been
fun to come across surprises like this.
Here, Deborah
(six?) and I (sixteen?) ham it up for the camera in the back of my Aunt Alice's
house, mid-renovation. Never in a million years would I have thought
I'd be living it in one day.
Oh, that is fantastic!
ReplyDeleteThat is just the coolest thing!
ReplyDeleteWhat a treasure! And a big Blessing!!!
ReplyDeleteMuch love!
P.S. I see your girl's faces in that 16 year old. :)
That was the same thing I thought when I looked through and found that picture...the ones of you standing in what is now your kitchen as well! In looking at just some of the old pictures, Tom said he sees a lot of Millie in your younger self.
ReplyDeleteWow! It's hard to believe our old house ever looked like that. LOL Though, I do remember snowflakes falling through the roof onto the barrel stove that once stood in the kitchen. And, as hard as it was for my parents to move away, I'm glad that it belongs to you and your family now. <3
ReplyDeleteLeah,
ReplyDeleteThank your parents for this beautiful roof! :) I still sometimes feel like we're interlopers here. I love the memories of visiting this house when your family owned it, and I'm grateful to be added to the line of family who have called it home.
Look at us... Hard to believe we used to be those people, huh? Time slips by somehow.
ReplyDeleteGood ol' T.S. would say we still are those people. Time past is time present is time future, you know. :)
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