Happy Friday, everyone!
I hope you all have fun long-weekend plans in store — anyone doing anything fun? Traveling? Or just relaxing?
I’m still scrapbooking the 90th birthday book! And Rene and I have our paint cans out — ready to repaint some bedrooms — but not entirely sure if we’ll get to that. …
Enjoy!
… and no eReader or computer!
So you have to read the same books over and over. What 3 could entertain you for 4 months?
I’m staying up late the last few nights — my scrapbooking stuff all over the dining table — working on a scrapbook that my mom and dad and I are making for my grandma (my dad’s mom) for her 90th birthday this week.
It’s fun to look at all the old photos, like this one of my grandma in high school: (Now that’s some lovely ’30s styling! She reminds me here of Elizabeth McGovern in Racing with the Moon.)
And here’s my grandma years earlier, making her first communion with her sister. This is in 1933. Love their matching dresses and veils:
There was even a picture of my great-grandparents, Rok and Mary Mihaly, on their wedding day in 1915:
And even one of my great-great-grandfather! His name was Joseph Horvath. He was Mary’s father:
It’s really amazing looking at these old photos — I’d never seen them before.
Have you ever had the opportunity to look at photos from your ancestors?
This is final part, Part 17, of the story of How I Met Superman. To get caught up, you can find the preceding chapters here.
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I drifted through the next few days in fog of disbelief. I couldn’t believe I was going with Chris Sanchez — this boy I’d had such a crush on. …
“Going together” — in those very, very early days of dating among my peers — was sort of like arranged marriages: You’d commit to trying each other out, exclusively, even though you barely knew each other.
And, in those first few days, Chris and I definitely barely knew each other. We’d meet each other at the walk-up rail to school each day, nodding shyly.
“Hey,” he’d say.
“Hi,” I’d respond.
And we’d lapse into an awkward silence.
So we’re going together now, I’d think. Now what?
On the second day, he looked like he was going to hold my hand, but seemed to change his mind, and took my books instead. “Where’s your next class?”
“Math building.”
He nodded and began to walk me there.
And so it went. Continue reading
I’m posting the last entry of “How I Met Superman” on (or near) Valentine’s Day, because that’s when it happened. (Or … “near” anyway!) Plus I don’t have anything else planned for Valentine’s Day on the blog, and that fits the bill. …
In the meantime, for today’s post, I tried to hunt up a few photos, since a few of you asked for them. The ones I’m looking for I couldn’t find, actually. In the last entry (in comments), I was saying that the first photo I remember us taking together was at Cathy E’s going away party (do you remember that, M?). I KNOW I’ve seen a group photo from then, so I assume that’s the first photo of me and Chris together. I have a small photo of us from that same event, sitting together on a picnic table, but it’s not very good (we’re not looking at the camera). So I’ll keep looking for that other one.
In the meantime, I hunted up these:
This is one of Chris sitting at the bar in my parents’ house (same bar where I was making the Valentine roses), so I thought this was a great one. This is how I remember him:
Great smile, Sanchez.
(But man, I’m totally distracted by my parents’ decorating! Is that plaid wallpaper?? I forgot we had that. And is that a rattan hanging lamp in that corner??? Ayeee. I’ll have you know, their house looks gorgeous now. This must have been when my mom was still in her ’70s decorating stage. Or probably they just didn’t have money to re-decorate yet because they had us three kids to pay for. … I sympathize now. ….)
Anyway, that’s adorable Chris with his great smile and his cute sweater. (I forgot that he used to wear those all the time.) And he always had a watch on. He’s always been into watches.
This next one is both of us, and it’s not exactly when the story takes place, but close. It’s probably a year later, because I have my braces off. (I didn’t mention I had braces, huh?) But I laughed when I saw it because I’m still wearing those ribbons in my hair! I told you I wore ribbons in my hair, and I wasn’t kidding. Apparently, I gave it extra flair on this particular evening with some baby’s breath. Must’ve been because of the festivity of the Winter Formal. Egads.
Anyway, here’s us, Winter Formal:
White tuxedo, Sanchez???? (Actually, as I recall, almost everyone wore white to Winter Formal.)
Anyway, those pictures were fun to reminisce over. … I’ll keep looking for the others. …
