Above one of the photos I managed to scan yesterday. (I think I got the hang of it… I think I can, I think I can.) The photo shows me with sister Michelle. Mom called us Micki and Dee. She is 21 months younger than me and turns 70 this February 23. Mom had her the day after her own birthday when she was 28.
We are standing in the back of one of Dad’s old pickup trucks, probably somewhere in Georgia or South Carolina. If my parents don’t identify the place I don’t know where we are. I suspect it was Myrtle Beach SC where we lived for a year or so in 1947, and where my brother Mike was born, but I look too young, so it might be one of a dozen places we lived in Texas.
My sister was blonde and blue-eyed, like Grandma Nana, our Dutch grandmother from Groningen in Holland. like me, Michelle is now grey although she still has blue eyes.
Mom always said ‘Holland’ around her mom. She wrote Netherlands in my baby book. I call the country The Netherlands. I’ve read the two different terms come from different parts of the country. People living in what was the Dutch Republic until Napoleon destroyed it (northern five provinces) called it Holland. People from the southern provinces, once part of the Spanish Empire, called it the Netherlands. Mom’s dad came from Zealand, a province in the southern part of the country. Like her Dad’s family, Mom had dark eyes and hair, as I do. (Spanish soldiers spreading their genes around I think). The Dutch have a term for the folks from the south. They call them Zealanders or something like that, although I don’t know the correct Dutch term.
Those with no interest in the Netherlands and its charms will find all this boring so I will share my exciting day with you which so far has included retrieving my new glasses from Lenscrafters, finishing my book on Italy, and helping David figure out how to unstop a toilet. He had no success with the wrong plunger. I told him about Kay’s Musing’s suggestions and her interesting discussion in one of her posts about the two types of plungers, one for toilets and one for drains. If you’re looking for useful household tips, try Kay (link in the blog roll below).
While David got our parking ticket validated, I sat on a bench surveying the shops on the level blow and realized that many of the stores once knew are gone. In fact most of them are gone. We drove home past houses I no longer recognize and under a 60-year old bridge undergoing massive changes…the old bridge is gone. If I live here long enough, everything I once knew will be gone. I don’t feel nostalgic for any of it, not at all. Change is what we live with and as someone said, we must move with the times. My grandchildren are growing up in a world almost alien to me. But I got my printer/scanner to talk to my Macbook, so kids…. I’m trying to keep up.
Below, me, Mom, Dad and Michelle, Fort Fredericka GA, 1945