I scanned early negatives and slides, taken during what Jadyne and I called “The Time of Our Lives,” what it was like being a parent, being a kid, being a family in the seventies and eighties.
An image from before we were married.
At a Bridal Fair.
Rawlins and Dillon were ours. Bosco was Greg’s.
Aspen was our beloved golden retriever, purchased soon after Teeny died. The kids needed something to love. When they went away to college, Aspen became mine. FANNY, our 1986 Volvo is parked behind us. FANNY, of course, was an acronym for “Fish Again? No Never Yuck!” courtesy of John
Her final days.
His Oxford pediatrician insisted that he wear the shoes with the steel bar to cure his bowed legs. When we moved to California his doctor saId, “Get rid of that damned thing!”
On the lap of a person we don’t recognize.
Ringing the doorbell at 766 Brush Creek Road
Jason wrestling #2
Popping wheelies at 4
Tang Soo Do
Tang Soo Do
And yes, Jadyne was below and out of sight.
Never without that blanket
At Teeny’s house in Glenwood Springs
Making cookies
In the studio on Dutton Avenue
John’s senior prom. I traded wedding photos to a man whose daughter was getting married. He loved Caddies.
Hagfubr, upper left, Punch, and Akbar. We name our cars. HGFUBR, an acronym for Hoopty-Ass Ghetto Funk Bomb Ride, etc.,
It’s a long story.
A loss we feel everyday.
Another long story.
Jason
Brush Creek Road
Week 1
…and Strat
Where did the Edsel come from?
Footnote. My first family. My mother, my stepfather, me, Bill, and Jack. Either 1952 or 1953