What a Trip

Today is another one of those milestones – the kind we looked forward to as a kid and have endured ever since. I received these pithy remarks in the mail and this seems an appropriate place to repeat my favorits:

inside every older lady is a younger lady -- wondering what the hell happened.

        Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut her up with cookies.

   Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.

     And my own thoughts as I celebrate my 86^th year: If you thought being a teenager or raising kids was hard, just look at it this way…It was just toughening you up for old age, ‘cause  old age sure ain't no place for sissies. But I’m enjoying the years, nevertheless!


A bit of history....

First birthday & no patience
for picture taking.

   

About 3 years. How about
that haircut

Second grade

Just another teenager but
that dress is made from
13¢ a yard fabric

Watermelon time on the farm

Sweet sixteen

My sailor is on leave

Our first apartment is upstairs and
is 9'x16' with a bath downstairs
and across this breezeway

Getting a sunburn & baby due
three months 

And here she is.And I'm a
mother at 18.

1947--reading my cousin's early
literary efforts. Twenty years later
she had a winner,

At second daughter's home wedding

Another home wedding...third daughter

A fall on my face sure affected my appearance.for
about a month. I looked much worse for awhile.

With a daughter and her family,

Just me and my dog. There's nothing like
a picture to remind a person of the years
gone by and the pounds that have been
gained. Wot happened to that 125 lb. girl
with the 23" waist?