I wanted to take cozy photos of my family last night, hovered around the table enjoying a nice meal at a Thai restaurant nearby. With some difficulty, I caught the pictures below.
In most of the photos, smiles were missing or mouths were open with food exposed, ugh. I erased these!! My daughter refused to have her photo taken. “You’ll put it in your blog,” she said.
Connie is a school teacher and fearful of showing up on the Internet in a photo. So the pictures below are as good as it gets. (Pictured, Granddaughter Rita with her current beau, David, Connie (napkin over her head), and SIL Bill.) I took these photos with my old Cannon camera. I am hoping the new camera will give me more flexibility with photo size. Or alternatively, I will finally master the Word Press photo controls. Ah well, practice makes perfect, thanks for bearing with me. I will not be practicing photograpy on my family very often, however.
I read about six chapters in the Olson book Citizens of London, (mentioned a couple of days ago), became bored and put it down. It devolved from an interesting tale of life at the front in wartime London to a gossipy story of wartime affairs among members of the upper class (à la Downton Abby).
I outgrew Louella Parsons and Hedda Hopper type books about five decades ago. I am far more interested in how the average person hovering in bomb shelters or working in munitions factories fared, i.e. Foyle’s War.
Is that reverse snobbery? No, it’s the new “popular” history. The upper strata is boring.
Header above: Dogwood trees around the neighborhood. So beautiful and our Commonwealth tree.