people with patience, from far and near places

post #434

       Here we go, random places, good people everywhere, within the past 5 years. Each photo has a story, but I'm not telling them at this point. Just giving hints, and thanks for the many kindnesses I have experienced.  (I decided I would do the family photos next week.)

A close Japanese friend married a Frenchman, and he has a dog...We've gone to the outdoor market, in Rennes!

Liz, her home, and the redwood experience, uh, closeness in, yes, California.

a major effort at the closing of a Memorial Service reception -- so generous

 

Ah, in the same room, a few years earlier, the fascination with the ceiling fan!

spring glory in Massachusetts (Are you surprised to see this here, M.?)

Our art show volunteer receptionist, looking so alluring in purple,

and her grandson and his wife. They may tease me about including this photo...

still more members of that family, in January 2019

Another family unit - grandfather, musician Steve Lyon, and granddaughter, with the amazing eyes,

and her grandmother, writer George Ella Lyon with her longtime friend, writer Gurney Norman, at the Appalachian Writers Conference in Hindman, KY . I've taken many photos of George Ella, and I really like this one, which was not planned. Just happened..

I really like this photo as well, in England. I'm having tea with two of the nicest people I can imagine.

This photo was a quick reflex on my part, and it's always fun when that works out. This man is also very nice. He lives and works in Costa RIca.

I'm sneaking this photo in -- this is myself, when I first came to the area where I now live, in the late 60s.  I believe my sister, Robin Wilkerson, took this photo. When else will I have an excuse on this blog to include this moment in time?

         More next week -- I'm still having fun assembling these rogues' galleries, and my foot is healing quite well. I think one more month of working on it will do the trick. These posts also keep me from getting terrified by the chaos, the lack of backbones in our nation's U.S. Senators, and the continuing thoughtless destruction of our one and only earth. 

a multi-generational birthday celebration, and this weekend's chicken saga

post #241
       Running a little late today posting my weekly blog entry.  Traveling.  With too much to do before I left.  In fact, I hear I left the chicken house door open by mistake, and now my last two chickens have been killed by a beastie.  Or maybe a pair of beasties.  I am sorry because they were such remarkable layers.  Every day for years.  I will try to find some like them before the grandchildren show up this summer, since they are all really into gathering eggs.  I give thanks for those wonderful hens, as I told them every night except two nights ago. 
        For today I have had a request to post additional photos from the 80th birthday party, so I am going to try to do just that.  This was the party I arrived at late because of getting a flat tire on the way over.  Four generations of the neighbors-who-treat-me-like-family.  I wasn't there specifically to take photos, but I can never resist taking a few.  I am including a couple which are not perfect technically speaking, but give a flavor of things nonetheless.  Actually, many of my photos are not technically perfect, and I rarely use Photoshop.  I think it is just an obsession of mine to show what I see and share what I can, especially in a situation like this where the lighting was tricky and the place was crowded, etc. and I am simply enjoying the occasion.

This is an overall view from when I first arrived.  People standing up are filling a plate!  The birthday girl, June, is front and center.

the birthday cake, made by June's niece, Vivian

This is the best I could do for Sandy that afternoon, but I wanted to include it because June is her mother,

and Diana, who lives in Michigan, is Sandy's older sister.

blowing out the candles on the cake

I like this photo of Gayle with the hanging balloon.

June and Vernie, let's see, they are sisters-in-law.  Vernie has since passed away, and we were all at the visitation and/or the funeral last week.  It is always so hard to lose a close family member.

June's son, Billy

Vernie's daughter, Darlene, and her husband, Eddie

The youngest generation --  three cousins:

   I hope this does give a flavor of the party, which was lovely and delicious and generous.  If anyone should want a photo removed from this photo story, please just let me know.  I am always clear that I have privacy concerns, so I don't ever want anyone to be uncomfortable about a photo of him or her that is out there.  Thank you all, and my apologies for not getting more decent photos of the youngest generation!