Here are some old pictures of our family, when I was a little girl.
We are celebrating something at Granny and Gladys’ house during the visit of Granny’s sister Grace to Argentina. Granny died soon after.
Sitting around the card table where Granny and Gladys (and I!) ate and played cards daily.
This is my dad, with Gladys, Granny and my uncle Kent.
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Our craft for yesterday and today has been making greeting cards. I’ve been thinking about making them for a while, but I was finally prompted by the card project in The Crafty Diva’s D.I.Y. Stylebook. Of course, decorating greeting cards is very easy – the ideas that I got from the book were to use cards that we had around, instead of creating them out of hard paper, and make a little raised area in the front, by pasting colored paper on thick (or doubled-up) cardboard and then decorating with a sticker. I think it looks quite nice.
The cards I used were those I got from a stationary set I got at Costco many years ago. The set came in a beautiful wooden box, which I want to use for other stuff anyway. I still have the letter paper, however, and it’s a mystery what I’m going to do with it (maybe freecycle?).
In any case, the kids weren’t as excited about the raised-surface idea and they decorated the cards as they wished. Below is a picture of their (and my) creations:
A couple of days ago I went searching for photos of Gladys. I only found a couple, I’m hoping I have more somewhere else, but this seems to suffice for now.
I’ve put the picture, of Gladys sitting with my mom, my sister and I at our Christmas table in 2000, the last time she came to the US (she was already 82 years old). We had just bought the house, so we celebrated Christmas here.
It’s terribly sad but I have practically no memories of her visit – and really, of any of her visits here. At first I thought I was just blocking them, but it’s been two years since her death and I still can’t find them. I know she stayed at our house with Kathy for a few more days after my parents left – and I know she really loved our cats, but that’s about it.
But since I put the picture below my computer monitor, where I see her, at least indirectly every so often, I have the feeling that she’s here. I don’t mean her spirit, but that she’s actually visiting. That I will see her around a corner, that I’m going to ask her what she wants for dinner (a memory! I made ropa vieja when she came), that we are going to sit on the couch and watch the kids play. Now tears.
When Gladys died I spent days crying. Everyone – aunts, uncles, cousins – kept trying to console me, make me feel better. But all I wanted to do was cry, mourn her, experience my pain. I don’t cry that often now, perhaps every two or three days and not for very long – but I do mourn her.
And yet, that picture and the somewhat ephimerous feeling that she’s here.
Here, for the first time, are the photographs that prove that Mike Katz is not a mild peacenik. In these never-before released pictures, you can see him expertly shooting an AK47 and a tripod-mounted machine gun, while training with some undetermined military group, perhaps in Southeast Asia.
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