Monday, September 29, 2008

Fall leaves


Fall leaves...


There is a single tree in Holliday park, right behind the nature center, that turns out the most beautiful yellow leaves I have ever seen. One year, while R was busy with Kindergarten, J and I went to the park and looked around at the beautiful fall colors. At the time, it was early November, and J had just gone trick-or-treating with the neighbor kids and really understood what was happening well enough for him to be excited about it.


But, and there's always a "but" to a story like this one, he had on shoes that he HAD to wear, but were too big for him, and as he ran to the neighbor's house to get candy, he fell. Hence, the-bright yellow band-aid on his forehead.


Recently injured or not, he was a good sport and posed for pics under my favorite fall tree.


(It's a Ginko tree, by the way.)

Bapa loves Gram

She's been gone a few years now...and all of us who knew her, loved her. There has never been any question or doubt in my mind of the love Bapa and Gram felt for each other. They were together through the worst times, and celebrated the best times together. Their love has been an inspiration, a goal, for everyone in our family to imitate.

Gram and Bapa started dating when she was only 15. After High School, they ran away together and got married secretly over the weekend, and took a short honeymoon in Chicago. Not long after that, Bapa set Gram up in an apartment on the top floor of a house, and he joined the Navy. He was gone for 4 long years, working on a ship as a mine sweeper - his ship went ahead of the fleet searching for mines in the water - setting them off before their fleet came through so the Americans could pass safely. I can not imagine the heartache Gram must have felt during those long days.


When Bapa got out of the Navy, he went to work in Michigan City, but the company he worked for fell on hard times. They thrived when they had been making supplies for the war, but later had only orders for new railroad cars to fill. Bapa liked the work, but it was inconsistent, and with a wife and child on the way, it was frustrating.


My dad was born, and Bapa pulled some strings to get a job on the South Shore, a railroad that ran from South Bend to Chicago. There he got consistent work, a consistent paycheck, but also was gone 7 days a week. We can only imagine the strain it put on their relationship, but their love stayed strong.


After a lot of hard work, when my Dad was about 4 years old - 1950 or so, Gram and Bapa were able to buy their first house. Bapa knew someone at the bank, and because he was in the Navy, he got a military loan. He was able to buy his first (and the one he remains in to this day) house in 1950 for just $5,800. A two bedroom, one bath, with a basement...it was perfect. No garage, no driveway, but all that would come...


Bapa kept working for the railroad and Stevie was born...just 4 years apart, the boys would fight like all brothers do, but have been close as adults. (Ask Stevie about going fishing with his big brother!)


A garage was added, a driveway, and after hours and hours of hard work, Bapa finished the attic and turned it into a two-room bedroom/study for the boys. Hardwood slats cover the walls everywhere, perfectly fitted and finished to this day, 50 years later.


The boys grew up, as kids will do, and Jimmy got married. Stevie later joined the Marines and got married, too. 3 grandchildren and 3 1/2 great-grandchildren later, the house still stands as a symbol of the love Gram and Bapa shared for so many years.


When Gram passed away, all of us felt a hole in our hearts and in our lives. She genuinely loved each and every one of us. I am convinced that the love she shared with Bapa fed her, especially through the tough times near the end when we all thought our hearts would break.


Thank you, Bapa and Gram, for the shining example of love you have shown us throughout your lives and throughout the years.


I love you.


The Little Red Barn





Bapa has a little red barn in his backyard. It's stored many things over the years...a baby carriage that we used to push my cousin, Mandy, around in when she was tiny. A few balls and bats, lawn mowers, mice (much to Bapa's frustration) and most importantly, memories.


When R was little, I started taking his picture in front of the barn. It's something I do now every time we go up to visit Bapa. The little red barn hasn't changed much over the years, but the boys sure have. Here's a small sample of the many shots I've taken.


Family Photos




Here's a few oldies but goodies...
My parents and me posing for a groovy pic sometime in the 70's...
Uncle Joe and Me hanging out in his backyard by the garden...again sometime in the 70's...
And my Grandma holding me sometime in 1974. I hadn't thought about these pics in a long time, but went through some old ones today and was glad to find these. I hope you enjoy them, too!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

I love the muppets...

Don't know if this works...I hope so!

Karen and Me at the Grand Canyon


Karen and I have driven from coast to coast together...twice. And we're still friends. Can you believe it? We've been to DC to watch Bill Clinton's Inauguration - even though we were stuck behind a port-a-potty and couldn't see anything. We have been to the Grand Canyon at least 4 times, and have been to L.A. and Chicago together...and lots of places in between that I can't remember. She claims we actually spent the night in Las Cruses, New Mexico, but I can't remember that - on that trip all of the hotel rooms we stayed in have run together in my mind.
I do recall one of our trips back home from DC. We were staying in a cheap hotel somewhere in Ohio when Karen's dad called and told us that he'd just heard about a murder where the body was stashed in the wooden box below the mattress and box springs in a hotel room. CREEPY! Between that story and the cockroaches that were crawling on the ceiling, we might as well have kept on driving...or slept in the car.


Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Best-est Friends!

My friend, Karen, and I have been best-est friends since college. We've known each other for over 17 years...and yes, that's half of our lives! (Do the math - how old are we??? No, wait. Don't do the math!!!)

Anyhoo - here we are posed with our kiddos. We've all been on lots of adventures together, but most recently Karen has gone on the adventure of motherhood again! Baby Jacob just turned one! (He was in progress when this pic was taken.)

One night, I visited and got to give him a bath. Do you like his hair???

Here's baby Jacob!

What do rainbows smell like??? (revised)

The other day, J and I were playing football in the back yard when we realized that it was time to pick up the dog poop. Our friend, Bryan, was over watching football with Mark. Bryan pulled 2 dollars out of his wallet and told J that if he picked up all of the poop, he could have the money.

Well, J thought that was a great deal, and ran off with a shovel and a bag to pick it all up. He was done in just a few minutes, so I went out with him to inspect. After finding 4 more piles and standing over J to make sure he did a good job, J wasn't so sure that just 2 bucks was enough. It was more work than he expected! At one point, he looked at the full bag and dirty shovel and said, "Mom, I sure wish poop smelled like rainbows!"

I asked him tonight about that comment...
Mom: "What do rainbows smell like?"
J: "I dunno."
Mom: "Then why did you say you wished poop smelled like rainbows?"
J: "Because it should smell like there is money at the end of it."
Mom: "You mean like how there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?"
J: "Yep - like there's money for me at the end of the poop."

So now we know.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

J - 'I wish poop

J - 'I wish poop smelled like rainbows.'

Story of the quote to follow...

Cornhole!

Yes, it IS a real game. Here's R and J playing at Bryan's house right before the Ohio State - LSU game.

Football! Football! Football!


J started his season first - flag football at our church is one of his favorite things. J is a great RB, and in today's game, he caught a 15 yard pass for a touchdown! He's always running hard, and always paying attention to what is going on. We are so proud!

R decided he wants to play football, too. But - he's too old for flag football now, so he's joined the CYO 3rd and 4th grade team. Mark took him to get his practice pants, pads and shoes today - how does he look?


Mark took R out in the backyard to practice running and catching with all of his equipment. R ran laps around the yard, caught some passes and practiced blocking to protect the QB. J volunteered to be the QB and helped out with the practice.

The boys even practiced tackles, being knocked down and getting up again right away. Mark kept knocking R down, and they got a little carried away...

Could somebody tell Mark that you can't do a piledriver when you tackle???

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Nexus

Mark plays keyboards in the band, "Nexus" and every once in a while the kids and I get to go and watch him. Here's a blurb of him playing for the fish fry at our Church. R actually made this video with my phone! Oh, what a wonderful technological world!

Concert night

On Wednesday night, Mark and I went with our friends, Bryan and Chanel, to a concert at nearby Verizon Wireless Music Center. We listened to Cheap Trick from the parking lot, walked in and watched the last half of Heart's songs, and then stood on the lawn to listen to Journey. We all had fun trying to dance on the slope of the lawn...it's quite a challenge after you've been at the concert for a while and you're not the designated driver of the evening!

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Mark's Birthday!!!

My sweet husband just turned 35.

35 is a big year - and so he got all of the best things I can offer...

His Mom's spaghetti and meatballs (with spicy sausage,) "Christopher's" salad, broccoli, garlic bread, and yellow birthday cake with chocolate icing!

All of the neighbor kids came over in the afternoon and played - just waiting until Mark was ready to eat. They just wanted cake!

J asked us 45 times, "is it time for cake yet???"