Mom, redux
Well, it's been six months. I'm fair to middling over the whole affair of losing Mom and Joe, and we're still sifting through detritis of their lives to get things in order. Becky and Cliff have moved into the old house, have infused it with life and horses just like normal, and otherwise, tending the homestead.
Last Saturday, the 18th, would have been Mom's 58th birthday. As such, with the help of friends, I finally got some pics scanned of her (and incriminating photos of me as well). This'll be a monster post because of it, but oh well. Most of these are pre-Geoff, but I liked 'em, and they are of a Mom I didn't know.
As an aside, Hamlet's official birthdate was 'unknown', but since he was 18 mos. in September, that makes it sometime in March when he was whelped. I think he'll take the 18th as his birthday. Somehow fitting.
Enough with the fluff-text, and
These are in chronolocigal order at least.
I don't think the fur is real... she's about 14 here.
16 years old, and the man eating his thumb is Dad, both are obviously thrilled with getting their picture taken. Please disregard that my Dad is 22 here, and dating a 16 year old. It was the 60's.
High school senior portrait.
I believe the horse is Flash. It was her favorite, and there's an entire photo album devoted to him in the collection--complete with hair and fecal samples... I don't know what it is with women and horses, but to say Ma was obsessive is a scodge of an understatement.
At 20 years old, her first real job as part of the secretary pool at Armco Steel. I have no clue who the creepy old man is, nor her cute coworker.
The horse is Ruffie, and the infant is my bro Greg. Both of us were on horseback before we could walk. Even in utero...
Greg in the foreground, Redford the Great Dane in the background. I get it genentically with the dogs folks. And she looks waaaaaaaaaay too young to have a 2 year old.
ENTER THE GEOFF!!! from left to right: Alien Queen Grandma McGill (Mom's Mom), me, Mom, and Greg, also going for a Geigeresque hairstyle.
Of all this set, this is my favorite. Why? Cuz it's me with a freakin' WILD hairdo, Ma in royal purple robes, Greg looking all kinds of suprised, and yes... that's an Albino Pterodactyl divebombing us. Hence my shock, suprise, and Doc Brown hairdo. This is Christmas 1977.
Please ignore the awkward youth. It was middle school. Like any of ya's got any space to talk...
Jump ahead a bit to 2000. The big ol' doggie is Buster the Uberhundt.
At the old Greeblehaus in '02. Note the size difference from above...
And finally, her and Alvin. Mom in her mid-50's began competative trail riding for a couple of years. She won her first three races, and placed with her team multiple times afterward. It required too much travel for a regular thing though, and she had to bow out. Anyone who knew Mom wasn't suprised.
That does it for now. I promised pics that were asked of me months back, soooo... here's a sampling. Twas darn difficult to pare it down to the bakers dozen above. BUT, I think they do justice. Enjoy.
PS: OH... and Thanks to Sabrina for the space online to store these. I'll provide more for your consumption if ya need/want.
Last Saturday, the 18th, would have been Mom's 58th birthday. As such, with the help of friends, I finally got some pics scanned of her (and incriminating photos of me as well). This'll be a monster post because of it, but oh well. Most of these are pre-Geoff, but I liked 'em, and they are of a Mom I didn't know.
As an aside, Hamlet's official birthdate was 'unknown', but since he was 18 mos. in September, that makes it sometime in March when he was whelped. I think he'll take the 18th as his birthday. Somehow fitting.
Enough with the fluff-text, and
These are in chronolocigal order at least.
I don't think the fur is real... she's about 14 here.
16 years old, and the man eating his thumb is Dad, both are obviously thrilled with getting their picture taken. Please disregard that my Dad is 22 here, and dating a 16 year old. It was the 60's.
High school senior portrait.
I believe the horse is Flash. It was her favorite, and there's an entire photo album devoted to him in the collection--complete with hair and fecal samples... I don't know what it is with women and horses, but to say Ma was obsessive is a scodge of an understatement.
At 20 years old, her first real job as part of the secretary pool at Armco Steel. I have no clue who the creepy old man is, nor her cute coworker.
The horse is Ruffie, and the infant is my bro Greg. Both of us were on horseback before we could walk. Even in utero...
Greg in the foreground, Redford the Great Dane in the background. I get it genentically with the dogs folks. And she looks waaaaaaaaaay too young to have a 2 year old.
ENTER THE GEOFF!!! from left to right: Alien Queen Grandma McGill (Mom's Mom), me, Mom, and Greg, also going for a Geigeresque hairstyle.
Of all this set, this is my favorite. Why? Cuz it's me with a freakin' WILD hairdo, Ma in royal purple robes, Greg looking all kinds of suprised, and yes... that's an Albino Pterodactyl divebombing us. Hence my shock, suprise, and Doc Brown hairdo. This is Christmas 1977.
Please ignore the awkward youth. It was middle school. Like any of ya's got any space to talk...
Jump ahead a bit to 2000. The big ol' doggie is Buster the Uberhundt.
At the old Greeblehaus in '02. Note the size difference from above...
And finally, her and Alvin. Mom in her mid-50's began competative trail riding for a couple of years. She won her first three races, and placed with her team multiple times afterward. It required too much travel for a regular thing though, and she had to bow out. Anyone who knew Mom wasn't suprised.
That does it for now. I promised pics that were asked of me months back, soooo... here's a sampling. Twas darn difficult to pare it down to the bakers dozen above. BUT, I think they do justice. Enjoy.
PS: OH... and Thanks to Sabrina for the space online to store these. I'll provide more for your consumption if ya need/want.