More Sunday Rounds

Suburban Chicago, October 1962. Dad catches Mom again before she heads out to the hospitals.

Continuing the Cleaning

Door County, Wisconsin, 1976. Gigi supervises Dad's work.

Workday

Suburban Chicago, January 1975. Gigi daydreams as Dad concentrates.

August Depth

Oregon, Wisconsin, August 2013. Maintaining a garden at season's end can be tedious work.

Weekend Work

Door County, Wisconsin, July 1980. Dad poses with his accomplishments.

After we pick, we pit.

Door County, Wisconsin, July 1980. It's the second part of the job.

Ha! I remember how much I loved those curtains when Mom sewed them in the 1970s. The fabric featured a Japanese-inspired motif.

Shed

Fiera di Primiero, Italy, June 1984. Look in the backyard.

Summer Chore

Suburban Chicago, June 1969. Dad preferred to mow in Door County. I took this photo just before I got my "big" bike.

Yard Work

Suburban Chicago, June 1967. Dad did not enjoy yard work.

Off to Work

Suburban Chicago, May 1962. Mom's about to head out for the office.

Tyrolean Reunion

Fiera di Primiero, Italy, June 1984. This is the last town I visited before I moved back to the States.

Accomplishment

Door County, Wisconsin, June 1977. Dad records the result of his work.

Departure

Kaunas, Lithuania, July 30, 1928. The American Consul to Lithuania (front row, third from left) and his wife (holding flower bouquet) leave Lithuania at the end of their diplomatic mission. The Consul wrote: 

The official waiting room at the station was open in our honor and we met the people there who had come to bid us goodbye.  All the diplomats and consuls came, including the Soviet charge d'affaires [Simon Rabinovich] with who we had never had official or social intercourse. All our other friends were of course also present ... Lily received large quantities of flowers and everybody wished us a pleasant trip. Mr. Smetona sent a beautiful bunch of roses with a young lady and one of the President's adjuncts. Photographs of the assembly with us in the center were taken. As the train pulled out, countless handkerchiefs were waving. We were deeply impressed by all these marks of affection and good will on the part of our Kovno friends. Lily broke out in tears as we crossed the Nieman railway bridge a moment later. ... We went to bed early in our two first-class compartments in the German sleeping car.

 Thanks to the Consul's Granddaughter for making this photo and narrative available to us.

Back Street

Venice, Italy, November 1983. It's the easiest way to get to work.

From the Other Side

Venice, Italy, April 1984. We're at the Campo dei Frari.

Flight

Venice, Italy, April 1984. If you visit Venice, then expect—and accept—tourists (and pigeons).

Field Work

Colombia, about 1954. Workers at Casey's coffee plantation tend the field.

A Saturday Visit to the Waiting Room

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Suburban Chicago, December 1972. I don't recall why we visited Mom's office that day. Perhaps Dad wanted to hang some more photos in the waiting room (where, like in most doctors' offices, the magazines were plentiful and outdated).

Notice the $2.00 charges for non-business-hours telephone consultations. I worked in that office as a receptionist during the summers; here I am sewing that blouse.

Hello Dolly, in Three Takes

After my Mom retired, she moved in 1991 from our Suburban Chicago home to Madison. Mom's former physician colleagues treated her to a "going-away dinner" at the swank restaurant at the top of the Hancock Tower. Mom found the dinner a bit pretentious—she ordered Quail and reported it felt like she was eating a toad. The highlight of the meal, however, was the location of the women's table: they sat behind a group hosting Dolly Parton.

Suburban Chicago, October 1991. Mom is ready to depart.

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Chicago, Illinois, October 1991. Mom didn't get a photo of herself with Dolly Parton, but you can see Ms. Parton sitting behind Mom's group.

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Chicago, Illinois, October 1991. Ms. Parton was most gracious when Mom took her photo. Mom—who is quite tiny—still remarks about how small Dolly Parton was.

Red-Poodle Reunion

Verona, Wisconsin, September 2013. Rex waits for Mr. Irene.