I’ve been trying to take a photo each day, but trying to post them here each day is too much for me and it’s overwhelming in terms of my post counts. To that end I’ve decided that I’m going to post photos once a week. I’m also posting a few snaps here and there on my facebook page, so if you haven’t liked me there, now would be a great time to do so. Just because you don’t want to miss a thing 😉
This first set of photos were taken as a part of my Thanksgiving trip home to Missouri. The doggies belong to my best friend, who graciously allows me to stay with her when I’m visiting home.
These next few photos were part of my misguided attempt to capture the spots of my childhood that shaped and formed me. We tell ourselves stories about how we’re OK, how the trauma has been healed, but my turmoil shows that I’m still not free of my past.
The “farm” was where my father’s sawmill was located. After being abandoned for the better part of 15 years (or longer now), there really isn’t much left there except weeds, some debris and a ton of saplings, which makes perfect sense because it was a sawmill there.
Much changes in Aurora, but some things remain the same – like the MFA Grain Mill. My grandfather worked there for years while he also carried the mail. It’s still dangerous work – when I visited in August, my best friend’s husband, who is a police officer, had just been at the mill due to an accident that took the life of one of the workers.
Before I left Missouri, I stopped by to visit with the GrandSner. She was still in bed when I arrived, and when I pulled out my camera, she was embarrassed. I didn’t mind taking a picture of her just in her gown, but she insisted on putting on a shirt. I tell Sweet Husband all the time – this is his future. My Sner looks like the GrandSner, I’m beginning to look more and more like the Sner. When you see a picture of the three of us together, it’s even more clear. We belong to each other.
After getting back home to Mississippi, Sweet Husband I spent some time with friends and our puppies.
…and now we are fully in the holiday spirit 😉
I have only a few treasures from my paternal grandparents. They became wards of the state and the house with all of its contents were auctioned off before I knew what was going on or had a chance to collect many of the things I’d been promised over the years. I did manage to get Grandma’s Nativity – she used to paint ceramics and porcelain. The Nativity is showing it’s age, but I still love it. And even though I may like to collect other nativities, that does not mean this one can ever be replaced.