Suburban Chicago, January 1962. Mom's in the Master Bedroom.
Showing posts with label Sunday Paper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunday Paper. Show all posts
November 5, 2016
July 10, 2016
September 6, 2015
Sunday Paper: Holiday-Weekend Edition
Wasaga Beach, Ontario, Canada, July 1956. Mom stays close to the cottage.
March 8, 2015
Sunday Paper: Read-It-Later Edition
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Suburban Chicago, January 1989. During the two years Mr. Irene and I commuted, Mr. Irene usually visited with my Mom on Sunday afternoons.
March 1, 2015
Sunday Paper: Cottage Edition
Door County, Wisconsin, March 1980. Gigi sits next to Mom, but she focuses her attention on Dad.
January 11, 2015
Sunday Paper: Worried Edition
Suburban Chicago, Winter 1978. My Parents didn't read the Chicago Sun-Times; they subscribed to the Chicago Tribune. Dad must have bought this edition of the Sun-Times because of the headline—"Anti-Soviet Rampage in Lithuania."
September 21, 2014
Sunday Paper: Moving Edition
Suburban Chicago, December 1959. Mom's talking with a patient again, and I interrupt my paternal Grandmother, Tatjana.
May 25, 2014
Sunday Paper: Absorbed Edition
Suburban Chicago, January 1977. They've settled in a corner of the living room.
April 6, 2014
February 23, 2014
Sunday Paper: You're-Wearing-That Edition
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Suburban Chicago, 1972. I read the paper while waiting for a ride. That day, Mom asked me to go to a shop—C.D. Peacock Jeweler in Oakbrook Center—to pick up a ring she had left there for repairs. Oakbrook was a tony place, and back then, people dressed up when they visited that mall.
That morning, I had put on some tattered jeans, a casual top, and a bandana. My paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, questioned whether I should go to Oakbrook dressed "like that," but I assured her it was okay because I'd be running in and out of Peacock's quickly, and I wouldn't be making a promenade around the mall.
The person who drove me to Oakbrook waited in the car as I popped into Peacock's. While a clerk fetched Mom's ring, I saw a mother and daughter leisurely browsing the diamond case, and I overheard them chatting. They spoke in Lithuanian—and, confident no one understood them—spent a few minutes critiquing my appearance, and wondering how Peacock's had let someone "dressed like a hippie" into the shop. When I'd paid for the ring repair, I turned to the women and, in Lithuanian, thanked them for the compliment about my fashion sense. The exchange could have stayed in my memory as just a satisfying moment of snark, but it taught me to be careful in public—no matter what language one speaks.
On the way home from Oakbrook Mall, Don McLean's "American Pie" played on the radio, and the driver explained the meaning of the song's lyrics to me.
January 12, 2014
Sunday Papers: Montana Edition
Glacier National Park, Montana, July 1968. My Godfather, his family, and Mr. John visit us during our vacation. Everyone is sitting outside of our Swiftcurrent
Motor Inn room.
December 8, 2013
Sunday Paper: Sunday-Magazine Edition
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Suburban Chicago, December 1962. Something has caught Mom's attention.
December 1, 2013
Sunday Papers: View-from-the-Side Edition
Suburban Chicago, December 1962. My Toronto Cousin visits us for the Holidays, and she considers my Mom as Mom reads the paper.
August 18, 2013
August 11, 2013
July 28, 2013
Sunday Paper: Lithuanian-Language Edition
Door County, Wisconsin, July 1979. My friend Kris's maternal Grandfather, her Dad Vytenis, and one of the Heidis enjoy the lake view. Kris's Grandfather—in his eighties here—holds a copy of the Lithuanian-American newspaper, "Draugas."
July 21, 2013
June 23, 2013
Sunday Paper: Foreign Edition
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Seligenstadt, Germany, January 1, 1947. My Mom's friend wrote on the back of this photo, "A remembrance for you from the DP camp."
January 20, 2013
January 13, 2013
Sunday Paper: Stop-to-take-a-call Edition
Suburban Chicago, March 1963. Mom was often on the phone with patients, and a Sunday was no "day of rest."
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