A lot of Facebook followers participate in TBT (Throw Back Thursday). Because every day is Saturday for me, I tend to post my throw backs at random intervals.

This entry is a handful of those TBT photos. Some are repeats for you, some not. It was fun to pull these together.

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This is a photo of my father and Uncle Richard with my grandparents. My father is wearing the gray shirt.


My grandmother was the sweetest, most delicate flower. I remember lumbering along Ocean Avenue with grandma navigating a car that barely squeezed in the lines. The steering wheel was oceanic in size. We were the Good Ship Lollipop - well, except I so clearly remember the murmuring movements of my grandmother's lips, the dangling rosary beads laced in her fingers.

I love petite memories like this.

Oh, and this Grandma wasn't much of a kitchen wizard. In later years she stored photo albums in her oven.



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My childhood home. I grew up on a sweet street. My parents built this home on a parcel of land that had once been the gardens of a larger estate. This photo doesn't do it justice - the property was magical.



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Debby & me



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Easter. I clearly adored my mother.



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Sisters. When we were young, Debby and I swam on the Northport Yacht Club's swim team. This was no sissy swim team with a heated pool. We swam in choppy waters. Cold waters. Fingers squishing through herds of jelly fish. We never thought a whit about it. We were kids with other kids - and having a blast.

Our team practiced in Northport Harbor, which was relatively sheltered. We were at a clear disadvantage when we competed with teams on the South Shore of Long Island. Whoa - racing through higher swells of even colder water.



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High School Graduation



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Rachel's Tea Parties. Out of view in this photo is the tiny coatrack with *dress up* clothes for the girls to wear for the tea party. Rachel's tea parties were such a hit we hosted several of them.



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Rachel & Chase Halloween. This was our last home in Mission Hills, Kansas. It had been the home of my children's great-grandparents. They could well afford a more modern kitchen, but I was especially glad they kept the integrity of the original tiles - boobs on HGTV raze this type of vintage beauty. I also loved cooking on the Chambers gas stove that had a well for soups and a griddle that could also function as a broiler. This appliance was a marvel. I was none too thrilled with the dishwasher that had to be rolled and connected to the sink... yet, I look at this photo with a sentimental heart... my complaints were so simple then.

Anyway, Chase and Rachel had just carved their pumpkins. Of note, I still have the witch decoration sitting atop the mobile dishwasher.



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Cousin Katie & me with shaving cream pies. We were with the family in the Ozarks - late 70s? Boy howdy did we get in a lot of trouble that night. *laughing*



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The following is a deconstructed collage of life in the mid-80s.




Mid-1980s. The neighborhood kids hanging out.



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Baby David in Stroller. I adore this photo of all the neighborhood children gathering around David's stroller. Absolutely precious. David was born in 1985.



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Rachel & Tracy Roller-skating. Best friends doing what kids used to do for recreation.




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Rachel & Tracy on bike. Again - kids having fun in the 80s. That's our home in the background. It was a stunning home.



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Rachel & friends with wheelbarrow - love this!



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Fireman David. I adore this photo of David standing stiffly at attention. He was a most unusual child. He had 3 imaginary friends - Blue, Chick, and Joe.



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David & me circa 1993



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This was my most recent TBT photo, which I actually posted on a Thursday. I was dressed for a 60s party. Am I a nerd or what! Everyone else was dressed as cheerleaders - guys with their letter jackets - and here I was looking like June Cleaver about to attend a tea.

This is actually a classic example of my inability to mainstream... and I'm so grateful for that inability. *laughter*