This is my family - in one of my very favorite photos, back in 1968. I think we were living in Sunnyslope, Arizona, but I'm not real sure. My dad's name is Stanley. He always had a crew cut. He always cut his fingernails in church with a KNIFE! He had a cute little giggle for his laugh. These are my 2 sisters, Trudy and Carrie. My mom, which you met back in a February blog, Shirley.
This must have been dad's work photo. I'm not sure exactly what he did for a living, but he worked at GE, which later changed to Honeywell out in north Phoenix.
Here is one of the things my dad enjoy...fishing. I think this might have been after I was married.
This is 'Ole Green'. We loved that truck. He would let us sit up on the fenders, straddling the blinker light, and then jump off when we saw a can. I didn't realize that he probably recycled them somewhere, we just thought it was fun to sit up there. I never once got to drive the truck and it has since been given to my oldest sister, who has taken very good care of it. I think
June 1, 1979. Both my 'dad's' |
For some odd reason I took this picture and I think it was because we had hidden money in his Christmas gift under the candy. It was a loan he had given us - we don't normally give money as gifts.
This is probably very close to the time I first met Doug's family. Brad (Doug's little brother) is not really holding that bass up, it was attached to the wall.
Dad DeWitt was a music teacher for many years.
Another one of my very favorite pictures. Every time I see this photo it brings the same emotion that I had when it was taken. Brad returning from his mission. I love this. |
Almost falling off the trampoline at our Drew Circle home. |
Brian....are you trying to 'pooch' or is that all you? |
Silly Grandpa DeWitt. He won this at one of our White Elephant get-togethers. I think he really liked it.
And finally. My most favorite picture of me and Dad DeWitt. We were sitting at a July 24th parade and we just snapped this. Luckily we got it before the firetruck came by!
Happy Father's Day....late....to both my Dads!
4 comments:
You're off by 10 years on dad's age when he died. He was almost 70 years old. But I loved the post and the pictures.
Of course that's not really my ponch mom! Do you see 6 clearly demarcated abdominal muscles taking form beneath the skin-tight shirt I'm wearing?! That would have probably been more realistic around the time that picture was taken...right?!
(Sigh!)
Today I might look more like that (and I probably wasn't trying too hard to ponch my ponch)
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