Memory Monday, Week 121

August 2000 — More scenes from my mom’s visit to Albia, Iowa, where she got to meet and spend time with several family members for the first time. Mom took flying lessons in Washington State as a teenager and earned her private pilot’s license, so she’s always ready to check out a small plane or two! I love the photos […]

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Memory Monday, Week 116

August 2000 — That big smile on my mom’s face is because she was about to board Amtrak’s California Zephyr and travel to Iowa for a visit with her long-lost brother and his family. Like me, she loves riding the train, and she had something really special to look forward to at the other end of the track! I was […]

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Mexico Monday redux, Week 17

I confess that not all this week’s images are from Mexico, so it’s a bit of a mixture of Mexico Monday and Memory Monday — but they are the last of the slides grouped together in small boxes, so I present them here today. I’ll start off with pictures from a holiday trip I took with my mom and dad […]

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Mexico Monday redux, Week 6

My collection of slides from Mexico, especially the ones kept in boxes, have been shuffled and reshuffled so many times that sometimes it’s tough to figure out their proper sequence. So I’m always happy when I can discover images that clearly belong together. This week I have a few examples of paired images — including one slide that’s a repeat […]

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Mexico Monday redux, Week 5

We stopped in so many different places along the way in our travels from the various border crossings (Ciudad Juarez, Nogales, Laredo) to Mexico City and back. The highways were often long, narrow, and lacking in interesting scenery — at least from my childish perspective. On the city streets we drove over bumpy cobblestones and the dreaded speedbumps known as […]

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Mexico Monday redux, Week 4

We met so many wonderful people as we traveled through Mexico; I’m sad that I can recall so few details about them, like the folks in this week’s images. I do still have some memories, though — like staying at the Chacons’ lovely house in Mexico City. Their front door was unlike any I had ever seen before. It was […]

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