Mom and Abe shared the same birthday. My Mom would have been 89 and Abe 200. She died when she was 83 and he died when he was 56. They both left us with a lot of things to remember them by. Well, Abe for many people...my Mom for only the few that knew her. The first person to die in my immediate family was my Grandpa, her father. When you are young and people you have always known die, it is so devastating and sad. Now at my age all but one of my Aunts and Uncles and some cousins, many friends, both parents, have all died. I look at people passing away in a different way now. I try to recall their life and the fun times I had with them. My Mom had a great laugh and a big smile for my kids when they were little. She was really the only one that helped me out, as far as a babysitter with my kids. She wasn't perfect but who is. She had lots of struggles and did the best she could. I think this picture was taken in Seattle when she worked for Boeing Aircraft during World War II. I think she was "Rosie the Rivet", but I am not sure. I wish I had paid more attention to all of her stories that she was willing to share, but I guess I thought they weren't all that interesting at the time. I may try and write some more thoughts out tomorrow, if I don't get too side tracked. Happy Birthday Mom and Abe!
Well, it wasn't quite this beautiful, because this picture came out of one of my many magazines. However, our weather was in the lower 70's today, sunny and beautiful. I thought I saw a few blades of grass greening up, but hope that things won't start sprouting up too soon. Too many years we see all the signs of spring and then whammy..... a blast of freezing air comes through and ruins all the fun. I wish I would have spent the day outdoors today, but decided to go to the mall instead and get a haircut and brow shape. I loved the way the stylist cut my hair. Probably the best cut I have had in a very long time. She did an angled bob and thinned out my bangs. I walked around the stores looking at the latest styles, and was glad I didn't need to buy any clothes. Even if I had lots of money to spend I would not have bought anything today. Not my styles...but then again I don't really know what my style would be. It just wasn't any thing that I saw. I had left 4 large piles of sorted clothes to be washed before I took off for my vacation morning, and returned to see that my dog Clifford had been rolling around in there on them. He usually manages to get some type of under garment wrapped around his neck and walks around like it is perfectly normal. But today he got this bag that I had on the floor around his neck. He is getting so old, he doesn't even try to get it off. He just walks around dragging it while it makes noise as he walks. Under garments are at least soft and he can lay on them, but this bag, was a first. I had to take a picture, even though the picture doesn't quite capture the moment.
Tomorrow I hope to tackle the mess in my sewing room. I need to iron some clothes and can't find the ironing board. But if the weather is as nice as it was today I may just skip it and get outside and enjoy it!
I am going to try to show pictures and tell a little something about the area that I live in, every once in awhile because I really enjoy seeing photos and stories about where you live. The most famous site we have is the St. Louis Arch. Jefferson National Expansion Memorial consists of the Gateway Arch, the Museum of Westward Expansion, and St. Louis' Old Courthouse. During a nation-wide competition in 1947-48, architect Eero Saarinen's inspired design for a 630-foot stainless steel arch was chosen as a perfect monument to the spirit of the western pioneers. Construction of the Arch began in 1963, and was completed on October 28, 1965, for a total cost of less than $15 million. The Arch has foundations sunk 60 feet into the ground, and is built to withstand earthquakes and high winds; it sways up to 1 inch in a 20 mph wind, and is built to sway up to 18 inches.
The picture below is of a tram that you have to get in to get to the top. It looks like a dryer to me with seats in it. I am very claustrophobic and I really didn't think I was going to be able to get in there. I shut my eyes and sorta held my breath the whole time, but I made it to the top. Once up there, it wasn't that bad, and I gained some confidence that I would make it back down. I seriously doubt I will ever go back up there though. Once was enough for me.
this photo from wikipedia
The structure itself is very beautiful. Lots of people have taken photos of it, but my daughter's pictures are hard to beat. She probably should try to become a professional photographer, in my humble opinion.
I wish we would take advantage of our tourist attractions more often, but the only time I went in the Arch was when some friends came into town to visit. Hopefully I will get out when the weather gets better and take some pictures and have some stories to tell about the area I call "Home".