It’s 1971 and it’s Mike’s grandfather Oscar Eklund and his second wife Doris Bader. For Mike this is the grandmother he remembers most. I only met Oscar three times and once was at my wedding. I suspect this is at their wedding.
However I got to know Doris. We’d go visit her and stay the night when we lived in Kalamazoo. Her sister lived with her then. We’d play cards and listen to stories from when they were younger. Yes Doris there was a Rosie the Riveter in WWII. Her sister was a teacher. They both loved Aaron as a baby and his laugh, he got the giggles there once and has us all in stitches.
When we moved to Wisconsin Harley was having their big 100th anniversary celebration. It was only fitting that we made sure we saw their museum close to our leaving. So on our July visit back to see the kids we went to the Harley Museum with Aaron. We bookended out time in Wisconsin with a Milwaukee grown world wide business – Harley Davidson.
Welcome to the height of the 80s on the steps of the Phi Kappa Tau house at the University of Tennessee Knoxville. It was at the end of Mike’s and my college years. We met at this fraternity three years before this picture. Once we started dating, we dated exculsively. Hey when you meet the right one, there is no more need to look around.
I am in front center with the Phi Kappa Tau shirt and the denim miniskirt, why? I have no idea. Mike is center of the back row.
The family in Huntsville, AL Space Center. Aaron, Sara, and Mike. Don’t know who the ones on each end are they closed their visors.
So when the kids were here we gave them the choice one day go to the Shiloh battlefield or to Huntsville Space Center. Well they chose the space center. Aaron had been there when he was in elementary. Sara had never been there. So to Huntsville we went.
Sidney Bright, my Dad.
My blog was dormant during father’s day so I thought I’d share one of my favorite pictures of my dad. Here he is at the lunch counter where he worked. I’m pretty sure this is the Rexall (later Revco) Drug in the East Gate Shopping Center in Greeneville, Tennessee. I’m guessing it’s about 1969 to 1972. I remember enjoying meeting him there with Mom for lunch when he worked. It was near the toy aisle and he’d get me a little something. I loved silly putty and a newspaper to pick up the pictures. I was always impressed that everyone there knew him and many called him Doc. These are fond memories and yes I came by loving my coffee honestly. Love ya Dad and very belated Happy Father’s Day.
Before we went to visit the kids they came down and visited us. One of the things we did with them was drive over to Lynchburg to visit the Jack Daniels Distillery. We took the flight tour so we got samples at the end. The odd thing about it is Moore County where the Distillery is… is a dry county. Yep, except for the distillery property you can’t buy Jack in the county where it is made. Still if you’ve had Jack Daniels any where in the world it came from this one place in a dry county in the town of Lynchburg, Tennessee. Continue reading
Chatterbox and Miss Kitty
I have always loved my feline family members. Here are two sisters I had growing up. This is the mid 1970s. The one with extended paw and half yellow face is Chatterbox there with her in the bike basket is Miss Kitty. Chatterbox had a habit of always talking to herself in chirping meows thus the name. Mom named Miss Kitty after the Miss Kitty of Gunsmoke. Though our Miss Kitty had a litter and became Ms. Kitty.
psst dig my bike with the rainbow basked and flowered banana seat?!?