I've managed to keep up with L.OA.D. but not with getting them posted here. I'll try to get a few up every day until I get caught up. I'm enjoying this far more than I ever imagined, and getting through some old family photos at the same time.
Here are days 8-10:
I know I wrote about it here, but I never scrapped the story of the day Matt and Sarah graduated on the same day, one in Georgia and one in New York. Supplies are almost all from Studio Calico kits. I'm so happy to finally be using these.
This was for a prompt "Home Sweet Home." It's a lot of journaling for me, but another story I'm glad to have in our albums. This one went in my HOME album. I need to get back to working on it again. The patterned paper is an old 7Gypsies paper that was just perfect for this. The journaling reads:
I grew up in Amanda, Ohio, a tiny village of some 700 people. We moved there when I was beginning third grade to live with my Great-aunt Edith. She was 85 when we moved in with her, and she had lived in this house for nearly fifty years. It was a great house.The house sat on Main Street which was also, at that time, a main trucking route. The trucks slowed down to go through town, but guests always had a hard time sleeping. I never noticed them.
I loved the wrap-around front porch. Aunt Edith had a long row of rocking chairs and since we lived next door to the major grocery store in the village, lots of folks stopped to rock and chat on their way to the store. The oddest thing about the house was the second floor which had four bedrooms, but no hallway so all the rooms ran one into the other. My bedroom was the smallest because they had taken part of that room to add a bathroom when indoor plumbing finally became available.
It was, in general, a relatively poor community, and after we moved to New York when I was a junior in high school, I only returned once when Aunt Edith died at age ninety-eight. I never had any desire to go back because I was afraid the reality of the place would be depressing, and I really had fond memories of growing up here. We had total freedom to roam the town and the neighboring fields. Everyone watched out for you, which I’m sure could have been a hassle, but was nice as a kid. Tracy tried to talk me into going back, but I just kept resisting. Finally, three years ago, on our way home from a cross-country trip, I relented. And I’m glad I did. The house is now rental property, and it needs some loving care, but it and the town are much the way I remember them though the grocery store is now a medical center, and the school where I attended grades 3-6 and 9-10 has been torn down and replaced by a beautiful new elementary school. In fact, Amanda is probably in better shape now than it was then.
When we were in California in November, I asked Sarah where I might be able to get some good photos. She suggested The Palace of Fine Arts, and we enjoyed an hour or so there. But the real find was Baker's Beach in the late afternoon as the tide came in. I was thrilled to get a decent photo of the Golden Gate Bridge. It's not often that we've been in San Francisco on a clear, sunny day. Edited to add: I used a template for the photos and the journaling from Weeds & Wildflowers, January 365, by Gina Huff.
