Vintage Photos

i heart my family: the fisher-women

I was fortunate to have two grandmothers who were quite the outdoors women.  Maybe not in the contemporary sense of the word, but both women were not afraid to get their hands dirty, for work or play.  (Including but not limited to: gardening, camping, fishing, farming, hunting, golfing, walking, birding…)  I really appreciate the legacy of these two very feminine and domestic tomboys.

Seeing as how October is upon us, the fish are biting and I would love to play hooky from work to head out into the Gulf.  But between my allergies and my super-sensitive equilibrium, I’ve been land-locked.  Maybe I should try surf/land fishing like my maternal grandmother did in the photo below where she managed to land this monster fish.  Clearly I’ve inherited her adventurous spirit, but how come I never look so cute when I’ve just caught a big fish?

{the hubs likes to fish too!}

i *heart* my family: in the garden

I have lamented here before my inability to sustain anything green beyond a week; but not so was the case with my maternal grandmother.  I have such fond memories of her and her garden.  It was nothing elaborate.  She wasn’t even out on a farm; but her suburban-esque backyard was summer’s bounty.  I mean, every time I have a green bean, I think of her *snapping* beans from one worn, plastic, white bowl to another.  (She’s the one that taught me the key to successful green beans is adding bacon!)  And I will inevitably think of her every time I see a cucumber too.  She always had cucumbers — from her garden — ready for my sister and I to eat in the summer.  You know, I hardly ever have cucumbers now, at least not by themselves the way she fixed it: one freshly peeled and sliced cucumber in a bowl of of ice water, with a pinch of salt.  It really is the perfect summer snack.

* my maternal grandmother, circa 1967 *

bonds

I’ve been thinking a lot about friendships and bonding lately.  It seems that it is of course shared experience that fuses such a relationship. And how do you make friendships last when there is no more shared experience, but only this history of it?

I can only image how these two were bonded after their experience on Everest.  Sir Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay shared quite the experience.

(Now I’m thinking of mountain adventures….)

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