Sunday, September 27, 2009
A Sunday Drive
This is a picture of my grandpa -- he's the little boy in the photo -- with his mom and dad and sister. I'm thinking it was taken around 1914 and I imagine they might be out for a Sunday drive. People used to do things like that, back when Sundays were a day of relaxation and family time. I remember taking an occasional drive with my family when I was a little girl. Most of the time we drove to see one or the other sets of grandparents for Sunday dinner. We loved going to either house.
My dad's parents' house (the house of the little boy in the photo when he was all grown up), was special because my brothers and I were the only grandkids. We loved the grand piano, which we could play if we were very careful, and there were always new coloring books or games to play with. It was a quieter environment than when we visited with my mother's side of the family. She was one of seven kids and there were 20 grandchildren. There was always a crowd of people and my grandpa's house sat on acres of land that held large gardens and chickens and ponies. There was a huge oak tree and beneath its branches the adults would gather, sitting in Adirondack chairs and at picnic tables, visiting and talking, while the kids ran amok. It was great fun.
Today, I was thinking of the places I like to visit in Blogland, places that make me feel right at home.
Gifts from the Sea, is a lovely, cozy blog that my Aunt Riz recently started. I think you'll like it and you will love her. Aunt Riz writes about her trips to Amish country, her love of the ocean, tea parties and all things that make a home. Drop her a visit and tell her I said "hi". I'm sure she'll have the kettle on:)