Showing posts with label Weeping Willow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weeping Willow. Show all posts

September 15, 2015

Snacking, in Three Takes


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Verona, Wisconsin, September 2015. The twins are more active in cooler weather.

August 12, 2015

A Young Visitor


Verona, Wisconsin, August 11, 2015. He didn't stay; he just passed through the yard.

July 20, 2015

A Memorable House


Suburban Chicago, June 1961. This is my Best Friend's house; she lived in the Ashley model. The open window is in the home's kitchen. A serviceberry tree grew under that window. The berries made a mess on the patio pavement, but they attracted many birds.

The family living next door to this house had older, intimidating, boys. When the boys were teens, they organized a garage band. One June evening my Best Friend and I sat on their driveway and listened to the band play "Hanky Panky." We thought we were so cool: we sang along, "My baby doesn't hang a penny."

Dad took this photo from our yard. The pole on the left is the swingset support; on the right is one of the weeping willows.

October 19, 2014

Peak Reunion


Verona, Wisconsin, October 18, 2014. That Autumn-Purple Ash really looks purple now.

July 22, 2014

Fishing Reflections


Suburban Chicago, August 1963. There aren't any fish in the shallow water, but it's fun to spend the afternoon under a Weeping Willow.

July 14, 2014

Walking Lesson


Suburban Chicago, July 1959. My paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, watches as Dad trains me.

April 11, 2014

March 25, 2014

Let's check out the yard.


Suburban Chicago, June 1959. There's no fence in the backyard yet, but I won't run off if Dad carries me.

March 24, 2014

Looking Ahead


Suburban Chicago, May 1961. Mom and Dad are in the backyard; they stand next to one of the Weeping Willows.

(Here's a color photo that shows Mom's skirt.)

November 8, 2013

Scamper


Verona, Wisconsin, November 8, 2013. As gun-deer season nears, explore some hiding places.

September 11, 2013

We'll stand next to the Weeping Willow.


Suburban Chicago, September 1960. Dad sets up the self-timer again, and he doesn't quite make it to the front of the Weeping Willow branches.

August 3, 2013

Grab a Book: Second Edition


Suburban Chicago, June 1959. Dad took this photo of Mom on the same day he snapped this shot. That's my crib on the left. The rope in the foreground stabilizes one of the weeping willows.