Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. We instead drive the Going-to-the-Sun Road.
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Showing posts with label 1968. Show all posts
September 30, 2016
September 9, 2016
Something's missing.
Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. I rarely saw Dad without his eyeglasses.
September 2, 2016
There are paintbrushes on the trail.
Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. Mom wears Dad's windbreaker (and she's carrying my cowboy hat).
August 30, 2016
No water tastes as good as water from a mountain stream.
Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. This was before we learned about Giardia. (Yes, that's my Ranger Rick jacket.)
August 27, 2016
July 15, 2016
July 14, 2016
July 9, 2016
July 8, 2016
A tree falls near the falls.
Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. Water finds a way around things.
January 14, 2016
December 12, 2015
December 11, 2015
Christmas Bows
Suburban Chicago, December 1968. My favorite stuffed animals are dressed for Christmas. Left to right: Apollo 8, Jimmy, Fuzzina, and Laurie. I still have these four treasures.
August 25, 2015
August 23, 2015
Sunday Afternoon at the Beach
Union Pier, Michigan, August 1968. I enjoy a last summer weekend before the pre-school butterflies set in.
August 21, 2015
August 19, 2015
Chilly
Kaunas, Lithuania, October 1968. My paternal Grandmother Tatjana's friend sent this photo to show the Dahlias still blooming.
August 18, 2015
February 21, 2015
Red-Rock Reunion
Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. Dad frames the shot to include the cloud that's casting a shadow on the valley.
January 17, 2015
December 31, 2014
Usually, we prefer to stay at home.
Suburban Chicago, December 31, 1968. We stay up and share a bottle of Cook's. Although it's a family night, we still use the fancy champagne glasses.
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