- It’s always good for us to pause
And think awhile of Santa Claus–
That jolly symbol we revere
When we approach the changing year.
Behind his beard so long and white,
In which our children take delight,
There beats a heart from color free
Which bids all children “come to me.”
MARSHALL M. MORGAN, “The Spirit of Santa Claus”
Happy times . . . sadly, only two of these classmates are still living. We have the memories . . .
Two sneaky gals interrupted the perfect lineup!
We are still alive and kicking . . . except for losing Fran . . . she died too young.
We will always miss her.
Squaw dress, huaraches, concho belt – youth (youth is fleeting, you know) . . .
Huaraches, traditional handmade Mexican sandals with woven leather tops, have been around for hundreds of years and were popular among Mexican villagers and peasants.
Concho belts are a uniquely Southwestern art form, dating back to the Bosque Redondo period of Navajo history. With their simple tools and forges, Navajo and Zuni silverworkers were able to create bold and intricate pieces that were always among their owners’ most prized possessions. Though modern pieces are often shoddy and garish, the best antique belts have an understated yet distinctive look unlike anything else.
I must have given the original of these photographs to someone – I found the ‘proof’ sheet in one of my snapshot boxes.
Remembering the good times with the Sharers’ Class. We no longer have Nancy Stoffel, Guy Nunnelly, Betty Nunnelly, Charlotte Brenner, Jack Rowley, Jack and Bonnie Thornhill and Marjorie Blessing with us. God bless them.
They blessed us.
Reverend Lonnie Phillips has moved from Seguin FUMC.
There have been some changes – and we have the memories – good memories.
These pictures were probably taken about eight years ago (if memory serves); it was a good time!
Photo Memories . . .
There are very few snapshots of me for I always behind the camera. However, recently a friend sent two photos of Aged Me taken at the Arts for Life (hospital fundraiser) and
I remember the days when I didn’t have drooping cheeks and jowls. My profile looked a great deal different baaaaack when. The years do creep up on one . . . where do they go??