You can’t go home again

. . . but photographs are fun to look through. We got our first digital camera in 2003 and started taking photographs. I am the oldest of the seven children, six still living, who made it to adulthood.

My father and two of his daughters, home at Christmastime
Father & Granddaughters
2005

One brother (third from the youngest) still lives in the home town. The above picture is of our father with the brother’s two daughters on Christmas Day 2005. Below, a few snapshots of the living room some years later, sans tree.

a photo of of parents' living room
Living Room
living room with fire place, book shelves, chair (and husband), and wall art
Living Room, Fireplace and Reference Book Shelves and My Husband

Since the last of the children left home, the encyclopedia sets (Compton’s and Britannica) were moved to shelves downstairs The Great Books of the Western World remain on the built-in bookshelves beside the fireplace.

At holidays, three tables stretched from kitchen to the Christmas tree, when families were smaller, and for the opening of the presents, Christmas Day, there was barely enough floor space to accommodate everyone. These days, even if the parents were still up to hosting Christmas, just my next youngest sibling, his wife, his children and their grandchildren would fill all of the available space. To get all of us together (and we’re scattered from coast to coast) would require a small park.

rev. 2016-01-23.

You can’t go home again

. . . but photographs are fun to look through. We got our first digital camera in 2003 and started taking photographs. I am the oldest of the seven children, six still living, who made it to adulthood.

My father and two of his daughters, home at Christmastime
Father & Granddaughters
2005

One brother (third from the youngest) still lives in the home town. The above picture is of our father with the brother’s two daughters on Christmas Day 2005. Below, a few snapshots of the living room some years later, sans tree.

a photo of of parents' living room
Living Room
living room with fire place, book shelves, chair (and husband), and wall art
Living Room, Fireplace and Reference Book Shelves and My Husband

Since the last of the children left home, the encyclopedia sets (Compton’s and Britannica) were moved to shelves downstairs. At holidays, three tables stretched from kitchen to the Christmas tree, when families were smaller, and for the opening of the presents, Christmas Day, there was barely enough floor space to accommodate everyone. These days, even if the parents were still up to hosting Christmas, just my next youngest sibling, his wife, his children and their grandchildren would fill all of the available space. To get all of us together (and we’re scattered from coast to coast) would require a small park.

Thanksgiving not as planned

Reheated coffee with half-and-half. Third cup.

stepping/paving stone, light frost and snow, fallen leaves
Stepping Stone

Thanksgiving Day

The day did not go as expected. I was dressed and ready to leave for the family dinner forty minutes before the deadline we had chosen. I look forward to these family gatherings. Al has nephews and their families immediate to us, and also a brother-in-law and two sisters. I am not allergic to their homes per se; usually, aside from their remodeling and home improvement projects, I cope well at either home. We were twenty minutes early, and so settled in to visit with people as they arrived.

Today…this evening didn’t work out well. Allergic to hot turkey grease in the air, and this year the dinner included turkey, rather than ham. And as each family group arrived, fragrances came in with them. Everyone was gathering in one spot for dinner, this year, and living and dining rooms were full of tables and chairs. By the time I figured out I was in trouble, I was shaking enough that I had to be helped up and into my jacket, which Al brought from the other room. Bent over double, hanging on to people, tables and chairs as I passed them on my way to the door, and collapsed on a brother-in-law’s shoulder. I felt like a billiard ball, banking, bouncing off the table’s sides on my ragged path to an exit from the containing wall.

Thirty three minutes from entrance to exit. Not a record, but not there long enough for everyone to arrive before my leaving. Another household and another single relative…I missed them entirely. ETA: Al says that it is indeed a new record. (⌣_⌣”)

However, Al brought home a care package that included gluten-free Rice Krispy bars, turkey, and Erika (nephew’s wife) sent along a generous container of her wonderful mashed potatoes with cream cheese, as well as extra potatoes, gravy and stuffings, which Al can eat, from the others’ contributions.

All told, I ended up taking three showers, today, and had a lovely nap while awaiting Al’s return with my supper.

And after that, SpO2 = 99%, P = 75 bpm. A nice, quick recovery. Progress!