Sweet 16 Today!

At 1:43 AM today,  Annie turned 16 years old!  WOW!  It seems like she was just born yesterday, but it has been 16 YEARS!  If she had been a boy, she would have been named Matthew.   If it had been my decision alone, she would have been named Olivia.  Now I can't picture her as anything but "Annie".

Right from day1, she was loved by her big brother and big sister.

They treated her as a playmate. No matter how little, she was always a part of the action!

                       She smiled early and often!
            Adam and Kerry could always get her to giggle.

Annie was a beautiful, sweet, happy baby.  This was the day of her baptism.

                             She had nice dark hair and dark eyes....

 

I don't think she ever thought of herself as little.  She was just one of the kids.

She loved her bunny "Bun-Bun" almost as much as she loved to suck her thumb.

         She took after Kerry - she loved to ham it up for pictures!
         This was taken on top of the World Trade Center.

Annie was always a "girly" girl and very concious of fashion.

She probably didn't realize it at the time, but her life is was about to change.  On this day, Adam and Kerry were both going off to school and she would be home alone with me all day.   It's funny that this year she saw Adam and Kerry both leave for college and she is home alone again.

Here Annie sits with her cousin, Hali, when we visited Alaska.

 

Annie used to love to fish with her dad, and she won trophies at many fishing derbies.

Her 8th birthday was held at Vernon Lanes.  She is pictured here with Shannon.

 

Burlington is one of Annie's favorite places.   Here she is on the shore of Lake Champlain.

                One of her biggest forms of entertainment
                 is terrorizing "Mr. Wiggles"!

                    Annie used to want to be a ballerina...

                       ..... until she discovered music!

Annie has been a joy to her Dad and I since the day she was born.  She has a very optimistic view of life and is very warm-hearted, outgoing and friendly.   When the chips are down,  she is able to persevere.   Her confidence in herself has always amazed us.   We are so proud of her accomplishments in school, music, sports, and life!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANNIE!  We love you!

An Unusual Photo Shoot

I LOVE taking pictures.  I especially love taking pictures of people.  Photography is an art, and portraiture is the art of bringing out the beauty in your subject.  There are many technical aspects of  portraiture that can help make someone look better - the lens you use to take the photo, the lighting, the position of the lighting, etc...    For instance, I took some pictures of my daughter, Annie, last week in the snow.  The snow acted like a reflector, bouncing beautiful light up onto her face to balance out the sunlight from above.

Today I had a photo shoot with a very unusual subject.


She wasn't a typical girl.


She was not having a very good day,  in fact it was one of her worst.


This inspired me to do a really good job today.


I really wanted to make her look beautiful!


She was VERY cooperative and didn't fidget or complain when I asked her to pose a certain way.


I am very pleased to say that I was able to bring out her INNER BEAUTY!


HERE


SHE


IS......

 

She was kind of shy with a smile reminiscent of Mona Lisa.

                                        She was playful!

                                      She was fashionable.

                                       And she was really cute!

 

         She did not complain about posing with different props...

                    Sami loved the smell of her perfume.

                         
                     Halle had other things in mind!


Oh,  I forgot to mention one little thing......



She was dead.


After getting home from church today,  I looked out the kitchen window into the yard and saw Halle carrying around a stuffed animal.  She has a stuffed squirrel with a squeaky thing in its tale.  But I hadn't seen it around in a while.  Where did she find it?


It donned on Vance, Adam, and me at about the same time.  That was no stuffed animal!  We ran outside to take a look.  It was a squirrel who had met its master on this beautiful winter day.  How?  Did she fall from a tree as she ran across its branches, taunting Halle.  Did Halle finally catch a squirrel?  It didn't seem to have any obvious trauma.  Was it a stroke or a heart attack?

I felt bad for her, and really wanted to memorialize this fine creature in the way I know best -

                                                PORTRAITURE!

When all was done,  we said a fond good-bye!   But this is not how we will remember her!

                       THIS IS MUCH BETTER!

The House that Built Me

One of my favorite songs on the radio right now is Miranda Lambert's "The House that Built Me".
It chokes me up EVERY time I hear it because it reminds me of my childhood, and I wish the car radio would have a "replay" button so I could listen to it again. 

Watch it in full screen mode - it is a beautiful video!




My family moved into our house when I was 4 years old (1963).
My parents lived there until they passed away in 2009.

THIS is the house that built ME!

It is located at 396 South Winooski Avenue in Burlington, Vermont.  To anyone else, there wouldn't be anything special about this house.  To me, it is like a giant time capsule containing memories from all of the stages of my life.

This is a picture of me when I was 4 years old.  We moved into the house before my sister Lori was born.  This picture was taken on the day of her baptism.  I was sitting in a wrought iron chair made by my father.

Here I am the following year in our back yard.  My mom used to make "pin curls" in my hair by twisting little sections and pinning them to my head with bobby pins until my hair dried.  It looks like she forgot to do the bangs that day!

This was my 5th birthday party.  Actually, it was my only birthday party.  This was the only big party with lots of invited guests, that is.  We usually celebrated birthdays with only my immediate family.
My older sister, Kathy, is holding my younger sister, Lori behind me.  My brother, Paul, is standing next to them.  I think my cousin Mary is to my right and my cousin Diane is to my left.  The others are neighbors.

We used to have an old claw-footed bathtub which was my job to clean.  I remember this red bathing suit well.  And I kept my long hair in braids.

I was in high school when this picture was taken.  I was writing my first high school term paper.  I was wearing my long johns with a sweater, mismatched ski socks, and a scarf on my head, probably because my hair wasn't washed.  This was on my bed in the bedroom I shared with my two sisters.  Is that a corsage pinned to my sweater??  I really can't remember.

This was taken in our living room before Christmas with Jim McCormick, my date to the Snow Ball.
Nobody went out and bought expensive fancy dresses back then.  I was wearing a long plaid skirt and a black top - both belonged to my mother!  Notice the Dorothy Hamill haircut!

Here I am sitting with my cat, Diddles (or Mr. Deets) when I was in college.  I remember wearing this rag wool sweater a lot!

When I moved away to Connecticut after college, I would go home often.  I proudly brought my future husband there, my own children, and my dogs.   I can honestly say that every time I turned the corner onto my street, my heart would beat faster in anticipation of going "home".

We sold the house after my parents passed away.  The new owners renovated it A LOT.  Last summer when my sister Lori was visiting from Alaska, the new owner was nice enough to invited us in and give us a tour of the house after the renovations.  Nothing much remains the same on the inside - it was gutted and totally redone. The outside is a different color and has also been changed.  We walked through it much like Miranda Lambert in the music video.  It was beautiful.

But in my mind, I was seeing the house as it was before.  And I could still feel the love that had been there for my lifetime.  I still felt like I was "home" and boy, was it a good feeling!

Dear Diary....

I took out my old diary today.  It has been in my nightstand drawer for many years.

        It was given to me from my mom for Christmas in 1970.
        I began writing in the beginning of 1971.
        I was 11 years old at the time.

It was a 5 year diary, so it didn't give you much space to write.  Four lines.  I was reading a few entries to my daughter, Annie, tonight and we were laughing at what I chose to write in those four lines.  It was like looking into the mind of an 11 - 16 year old.  I was 12 when my mom gave me a purple skirt for Christmas that I really didn't like, but pretended to wear it proudly to school because I didn't want to hurt her feelings.  That was obviously the most memorable part of my day.  That's a 12 year old for you!

 What intrigued me the most about the diary was the stitching that held two pages together.  I never knew when my brother or sisters might find my diary and read it, so I needed to make sure whatever was written on these pages was only seen by MY EYES.  So I did a nice blanket stitch around the edge and finished it off with a little flower in the corner. 

Whatever I wrote was REALLY PRIVATE.
It has not been read in 40 YEARS  (1971) since I stitched it up!

 I know what it was about, but I really want to see how my 11 year old self put it into words!

SO TONIGHT I CUT THE THREAD.

I had written the entry with a pencil and many of the words were barely readable.  So I put on my reading glasses and got to work.  The words might have been faded from all of the tears that probably fell on these pages as I was writing.
I REMEMBER THE TEARS!
It felt weird to write again over the words that I wrote 40 years ago in the hand of an 11 year old.
I carefully traced over the faded letters.


I remember being terribly sad for a LONG time.
And I remember being embarrassed that I was so sad.
Hence, the stitching. 
What was I so sad about?

When I was 11, my favorite TV show was "Alias Smith and Jones". It was a western about 2 famous bank robbers struggling to go straight, using the alias of Smith and Jones.  Every week they got into crazy adventures where their identities were constantly in danger of being discovered by the law. Their real names were Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry.   Looking back, it was probably influenced by the popular Redford/Newman movie "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid".

Peter Duel played Hannibal Heyes and Ben Murphy played Kid Curry.  I loved them both, but I had a MAJOR crush on Peter Duel.  Dark hair, dark eyes, big smile, dimples  - he was the whole package. As far as I was concerned, he was the perfect man.

When my mother told me he had died and then later found out it was suicide,  I WAS DEVASTATED! He shot himself in the head!

I couldn't get him off my mind and my 11 year old self could not comprehend why someone so perfect would take his own life!  In my own little world, I had been in love with him and he was gone!  I remember being depressed for weeks and going into my room to cry often.  But I didn't want anyone to know how sad I was, so I hid it and I stitched the pages together.

 

Looking at what I wrote,  it really wasn't so incriminating.  It was nothing to be embarrassed about. The words do not reflect what I was feeling inside.

He was adorable!  And he was gone!  My     heart      was     broken!   I did recover eventually.  I went on to have crushes on many other men.
My final real-life crush was on another dark haired, dark eyed man with a big smile.......my husband.