This angelic picture was taken in Pensacola, at Easter in 1959. Front row: Jimmy and Billy. Back Row: Jerry and Donnie. In the bushes: Mom. What the heck is she doing in the bushes? Well, this picture is one in a series taken that day. Dad, infant Michael and I are in some of the pictures. My theory is that I toddled away to play on the front steps and Mom is trailing behind me. She's standing on the sidewalk leading to the front porch although it looks like she's standing in the bushes.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
L-R Mona's sister from Norway, Mary Beth and Don. The purple shirt Don is wearing looked so good on him. It was kind of a gauzy material and I was so impressed with his fashion sense. He used to bring me similar shirts from places like Iran, Saudi Arabia, Afganistan. I'm not sure which country because he lived in several of them but I do remember that he brought me cool shirts. When he was in college, he gave me a t-shirt for Christmas that said "Haverford" on it. It was short-sleeved and had a red and blue design on it and blue trim on the neck and sleeves. I was so flattered that he'd bought me a shirt at his school.
This isn't the clearest picture I have of Don but I like it. It was taken at our parents' house within a few years of their moving to Fowl River. Since he always used a wooden salad bowl, expertly rubbed with garlic, he must not be making the salad here but you get the idea. I thought he was so cool when he worked at a restaurant especially since he allowed us a glimpse of the underbelly of the business by telling us that his restaurant took rolls from the bread basket on recently vacated tables and put them straight into baskets on the next table filled. It's funnny the things one remembers about their older brothers. Didn't bother me at the time - seemed reasonable. Don has lived in more countries than any of us, often leaving right before revolutions or the collapse of government but I don't think any of that was related to his leaving. He lived in Saudi Arabia, Afganistan, Iran back when they were more (American) family-friendly. And Spain. And a couple of places whose names escape me. We were all so glad when he moved back to Philadephia and stayed for awhile. He broadened his horizons and has gone on the expand the minds of hundreds of students as he's taught them about the world through the collections purchased during his travels. He may or may not have shrunken heads and such in this collection. I've never seen it so I can't say for sure, but I do know that a friend of mine that I met in Texas was friends with Don in Saudi Arabia and she has a picture of him dressed in a tribal costume that consisted wholly of mud and a few sticks. And, what an artist and sculptor. The painting he did of Mom for her birthday and the one of the river that he did for Dad on his birthday are amazing. And the sculptures of the lovers and the thinker. Wow. And, where are those now, I wonder? We need to make sure they're in a safe place because I haven't seen the "lovers" one lately. It was Don who originally introduced us to Bob Dylan, I think. Bob Dylan was an integral part of my childhood. Don is probably the Denton boy with the least expressed but no less strongly-held opinions. Doesn't say much compared to his brothers but he's thinkin' all the time. Don is gentle, patient and kind and I love him. He and I have a deep conversation in our future, that we keep promising ourselves, and I'm going to try to make it happen when we see each other in July.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Denton is 11 years old today! He's every bit as sweet as he looks in this picture but he's also an athlete, an artist and has a clever sense of humor. I've spent time with him at Mom and Dad's house and his house and my house and am always amazed at what a special person he is. One of my favorite things I've done in years was in late February when I went with Mary and her family from Atlanta to the B & B at Ponder Cove, North Carolina, in the back seat of Mike's big red pickup with Bartlett and Denton to attend Mary and Mike's wedding. Of course, I've known and loved those boys since they were babies (actually, since before they were born when I loved the very idea of Mary's children) but I felt like I really got to know them on that trip. We had so much fun. We ate at Cracker Barrel or some such place which was like a country store full of funny things to buy and interesting people, watched Bartlett and Denton have a snowball fight on the sidewalk of the small town strip center where we stopped so they could buy a marriage license from friendly and quirky marriage license sellers, took pictures with our portable cameras, watched Denton and Bartlett look for evidence of wildlife on the side of the mountain, got snowed out of the pre-wedding festivities with the rest of the families because we couldn't get up their mountain because of the snow. Denton was a fun traveling partner and I can't wait to see him again!
This is part of a scrapbook page I did about something funny that happened when we were in France together. We dragged Denton all over Paris one day. We went to the Louvre, Tuilleries, Eiffel Tower, a sidewalk art show, finally stopping for ice cream at a sidewalk cafe. Near the sidewalk cafe were some vendors selling this and that. One of them had paper Disney characters that appeared to dance in the air. We didn't see any strings and couldn't figure out how it worked. It looked like magic. Not the brightest crayon in the box, I bought one to try to figure out how it worked. Which, of course, I couldn't. Still don't know. But, the picture of Denton pretty much sums up how exhausted we were at the end of the day. Happy but exhausted.
This looks to me like a case of candy persuasion. I wasn't there and can't figure out where the picture was taken but Mom and Bartlett seem to be trying to talk Denton into something with a lollipop as an incentive. A tried and true method and Denton looks pretty tempted.