Here are a few of my favorite photos from our recent trip to Julie's. What fun we all had!
This is our newest grandson, Jameson, now 3 months old....full of smiles and sweetness.
Cecily is six now, and we brought her a hand-me-down dress from her Aunt Joy that was absolutely perfect in every way.
The insurance man had a big project this time, building a farm-style table with our son-in-law Peter, and many willing helpers and observers. He was able to share his wood-working skills with three specific grandsons which was truly wonderful.
Meanwhile, we ladies and children had fun! Point Marion park...
with Elijah, age four.
Cecily likes to hold Jameson more than any of the children I think. Maybe they will be buddies.
We took time out for an adults dinner with PIE...some seriously good pie. A cute little restaurant called 'Apple Annie's' just a few minutes away from Julie's in Point Marion. It's so nice to have older kids to babysit these days.
The whole Jones family after church on Sunday. Millie is in a sling as she is recovering from a broken right arm. Leaves are just beginning to peek out on the 7 acres of trees on their property.
Calvin, age ten, and Bronwyn, age 2. Bronwyn definitely thinks she runs the household! But oh, sooo cute!
We had a dress up tea party one afternoon. Millie (age eight) got permission to discard the sling for an hour or so.
Elijah got permission to join the 'girls' for tea, after he saw there was food to be had.
Cecily was a lovely grown-up Mrs. Jones for tea.
Tea parties are always fun.
Calvin and Amelia spent a lot of time building this 'Summer Palace' for Bronwyn out of Leggo's. I supervised of course...
Samuel (age almost 16) thought it was funny that I wanted to take a photo of his serving of biscuits and gravy. What a teen-age boy can eat!!
Amelia learned how to crochet while I was there. I brought a few patterns, some yarn and a hook with me. Her mom learned from her grandma, so it was only right that Amelia learn from her grammie. She is short of a few activities while her arm heals, so we found that crocheting can fill some hours for her. She is making a wash-cloth.
And here is the finished dining table after the staining, but before the final finish. It also has extensions for both ends, which when added makes it a total of 10-11 feet long. Julie figures they could get a total of 16 people around the table when they have company, or have more kids? They also built 2 benches for one side, and are going to stain some unfinished chairs for the ends and other side, to match. I think everyone is feeling that it was quite an accomplishment.
What a good visit. I just realized that I didn't get any good photos of Benjamin (age 12) or William (age 14). Julie will be posting some photos she took on a walk at the Albert Gallatin House and I think we will see them there.
I had a fun trip to Seattle recently, along with my sister-in-law Peggy. On the way, we stopped for a quick breakfast with my granddaughter Kory, who is about to finish up her junior year in college. Always so good to see her : ) Then we drove to my daughter Joy's house for the night. We picked up granddaughter Macy after school, and visited their local lilac gardens. The lilacs weren't quite out yet, but the camellias were blooming abundantly. Macy picked up armloads from the ground, and wanted to take them home and put them all in glass bowls. We decided that her mom would probably appreciate her floating them in the bathtub instead, and they did make a pretty sight.
That night Joy's stepson Nick, wife Krystal and new baby Rylee came by for a visit, so we could meet Rylee.
What a beautiful baby!!
We met up for lunch with a high school dear friend, and another day met our nephew Luke for lunch at a Vietnamese restaurant. Our first...and very nice. After reading the book, 'On the Corner of bitter and Sweet', I wanted to find the Panama Hotel and see the history related there to the old Japanese section in Seattle. VERY interesting, and the tea was good too.
The main reason for making the trip was to see and visit with my brother Joe. We spent one whole day with Joe and niece Laura just looking around at all the fun places in Seattle we visited and connected with growing up. Great fun, and absolutely fantastic weather. Spring had sprung in Seattle, and it is such a beautiful city. Here we are on Magnolia Hill, with Peggy, Joe and Laura, enjoying the gorgeous views.
We also got to visit with my other niece Emily and her adorable son Aiden. We packed a lot into the visit I think, and had lots of fun doing it. Hooray for family!
In the movie 'Anne of Green Gables', Matthew Cuthbert drives Anne back to Green Gables Farm from the train station in the buggy above. I was always enchanted with this scene from Prince Edward Island, and Anne re-names this 'The White Way of Delight'.
About a week ago, I spent some time with my daughter Joy at the Scappoose Inn. On the property was this magnificent row of cherry trees all bloomed out. I immediately named it 'The Pink Way of Delight', and it's the closest I've ever come to one of the romantic scenes from Anne.
The darker pink buds were mostly fully in bloom into a light pink/white color. The sky was overcast when we walked through the Pink Way of Delight, which brought out the pink color even more.
The wind was beginning to bring down some blossom petals, which just made it all the more enchanting, as they swirled around us. There were a couple of silent llamas in the field next to us, probably wondering about these silly female humans as they munched.
For the time being...this space between...he's old and he's in the hospital.
He's not the four year old, with a new baby sister on his knee, or the eight year old being carried on his dad's shoulders across the newly completed Longview Bridge. He's not the high school and college basketball star, or the 'shined up till it hurts' WWII soldier, with his back straight and head held high.
He's hurting so much he can't hold still.
He's not the young, handsome lover and groom with pride radiating as he gazes upon his bride. He's not the proud father of a brand new son.
But a man between hospital bed bars, watching others move about.
He's not the grief stricken father, burying his first born, and attempting to comfort that same bride beside him. He is no longer the dad, playing ball with his two sons, or teaching them to ride bikes or approach girls. He's not the man who could spot an arrowhead on the desert floor, or fly an airplane through a snow storm.
He is now the 93 year old, sick to his stomach, loopy from pain meds, and wanting that same bride of now 70 years to hold his hand.
For the time being, he's broken and hurting. But we see and know so much more.