Fingertip to Fingertip

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Mum’s Cookbook

I have Mum’s old cookbook. It has seen many years. The cover is long gone, and some pages are tattered beyond use, but from these pages, she celebrated birthdays and weddings, she entered fair competitions, and archived the best recipes handed down to her from my grandma, great grandma, and others.

It may be tattered, but it a precious piece of my past.

Some days . . .

Some days, I look at my dad’s picture, and I think of all the things I wish I had asked him when he was still here;

but back then, I guess I just didn’t know yet what I didn’t know.

Never a Nurse

First shower today! Oy. I had to remove and replace his bandage and once again I realize why I never wanted to be a nurse! The only shots I give are photographic.
Hope you are enjoying the lack of gross photos.

Omicron Twos

After 6 weeks of my plague–whatever it was–I now have joined my husband in the woes of candycorn, omnicorn, omicron–or whatever!!!!

The Flower Girls

Dad Again

A picture of dad as a young man on the farm he grew up on. The cow is not related! 🙂

Remembering Dad

Home on the Range

My youngest son posing for an old western theme shoot

Grandpa’s Walking Partner