Here we are. From left to right....Annette, Lance and me. You will notice a common theme in most of these pictures. Lance is in the middle. I had issues. Everybody has an issue or two...but mine was that I didn't like to touch them...especially Annette. I know, very strange. I won't deny it. So Lance spent a lot of time between us. I am pretty sure we are still living on Claude st in Salem in this picture so that puts it at roughly 1973.
Here we are in the house on Friendship Ave in Salem. Love the shag carpet! Green no less!
Again on Friendship. I am 99% sure that mom made the dresses we are wearing...make that 99.999% I love Lances vest. I dress Liam in them on church days quite often. Craig does not understand my love of vests. And try as I might I can not convince him to wear one for me. At least I got him in a kilt!!
This picture was taken at Grandpa and Grandma Sellon's house. Not sure of the date but in the mid 70's probably. The lamp behind us is in storage at my sisters. We see that lamp and we see grandma. These pictures are from slides that were not stored very well. At least they got scanned in (my step dad did that for us....boxes and boxes of slides...a labor of love!) So we captured the majority of the picture before it was lost.
Here we are at Christmas time.....you never would have guessed huh? Since I am wearing a Cascade Jr. High shirt this was 1979 or 1980. We were living in Aumsville at this point. And look! I am standing next to Annette! With my arm around her....we must have been getting along this particular evening!
Here we are about three years ago. Lance is in the middle only because he was here from Texas and we hadn't seen him in so long.
And here we are doing what we loved to torture him with as kids. Don't let that smile food you.....we could make him so mad at us...holding him down and kissing on him. Poor guy. But I think he has just learned to accept it.
I am very blessed with the brother and sister I have. In our younger years my sister and I did not get along well. We fought a lot. But as we have matured our bond has grown and though I would love to go to lunch with her, sit and visit with her, go shopping with her....all the things sisters do but mine doesn't....I would not trade her for any other. We are a perfect fit. And Lance...bless his heart....is such a great brother. The only complaint I have is he lives so far away, and has for all of our adult lives. But even with so many miles separating us we are close. And now since I entered the 21st. century and text we communicate even more!
So on this special day to recognize our siblings I wanted to take the opportunity to do that. To thank them for being there for me. For loving me through all these years. For always having my back. They are such a blessing. Love you guys!!
I will leave you with a Liamism: Last night he came down holding up his right first finger complaining of it being sore. He crawled up on the couch and snuggled up against me. This is nothing but a ploy to possibly melt my heart and let him stay downstairs when he should be in bed. It really has never worked, but he keeps trying. So after loving on him a minute or two I ask 'so why exactly are you down here?' He gets off the sofa and starts walking toward the kitchen holding up that finger repeating that his finger is sore. I say 'can I kiss it better for you?' "No mommy, It isn't that kind of sore, its the freezer kind of sore." Meaning, he needs the boo boo ice pack. I remember a time when mommies kisses and only mommies kisses would soothe the wounded.
I am very blessed with the brother and sister I have. In our younger years my sister and I did not get along well. We fought a lot. But as we have matured our bond has grown and though I would love to go to lunch with her, sit and visit with her, go shopping with her....all the things sisters do but mine doesn't....I would not trade her for any other. We are a perfect fit. And Lance...bless his heart....is such a great brother. The only complaint I have is he lives so far away, and has for all of our adult lives. But even with so many miles separating us we are close. And now since I entered the 21st. century and text we communicate even more!
So on this special day to recognize our siblings I wanted to take the opportunity to do that. To thank them for being there for me. For loving me through all these years. For always having my back. They are such a blessing. Love you guys!!
I will leave you with a Liamism: Last night he came down holding up his right first finger complaining of it being sore. He crawled up on the couch and snuggled up against me. This is nothing but a ploy to possibly melt my heart and let him stay downstairs when he should be in bed. It really has never worked, but he keeps trying. So after loving on him a minute or two I ask 'so why exactly are you down here?' He gets off the sofa and starts walking toward the kitchen holding up that finger repeating that his finger is sore. I say 'can I kiss it better for you?' "No mommy, It isn't that kind of sore, its the freezer kind of sore." Meaning, he needs the boo boo ice pack. I remember a time when mommies kisses and only mommies kisses would soothe the wounded.