Showing posts with label blast from the past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blast from the past. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Expecting

We are expecting snow again this week. I am happy for the boys, whose faces drop every time the temperatures rise. Its a sad, sad day when the snow melts. Sad for boys who want to play in the snow and sad for mommy who doesn't want to deal with MUD. We have found many low areas that need gravel - like the entire driveway and in front of the garage!!!

I thought it would be cool to post a picture from when I was kid. This is when they said snow, it meant snow!! I somewhat miss those days. Now South Dakota mostly has a few snowflakes and lots of wind. Always wind. Michigan has snow, but rarely wind where we are. That's such a switch from my childhood. I suppose, as I ponder that more, its a good thing. A couple of my boys would probably get swept away - silly skinny minnies!!!

This is a picture of my brothers, our neighbor and myself on top of some serious snow! This was in 1988 as far as the picture says. I remember this being the highlight of the day. And NO it didn't snow that much, I do believe (correct me if I'm wrong Dad) that this was blown up and pushed up into this pile. There might even be a stack of hay bales somewhere under all that snow. Either way - its a lot of snow and my boys would probably pass out from pure joy if they found a drift like that in our back yard.

I hope you will continue to survive winter. Look for the blessings of snow, look past the frustrations. Spring is on its way, which leads to summer. We all know summer means heat and bugs. I'd rather have snow I think....

Monday, June 21, 2010

Father's Day

So I missed Father's Day yesterday. Yah, that happens - I get busy and forget what I wanted to do. I did send Dad a gift and wish him Happy Father's Day (through Mom)...so I didn't forget completely. I'd like to share a few pictures of Dad and myself when I was just a wee thing.





Saturday, April 4, 2009

Peek in the past

This is me helping Dad build the house in 1980ish. Some of my best childhood memories include helping dad. I remember thinking he could build ANYTHING. For the record, I still think he can. I love you Dad...