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This picture takes me right back to age five or six. Our church had a new educational building, and our Sunday School teacher, Mrs. Conway, had a brand new sandbox for her Bible stories. I wonder now where she got the little figures and all the other things she used to illustrate the stories for us. In my mind I can see her characters being moved around by her hands as we were swept away to Bible times. Of course at the end we would get a little time in the sand ourselves. As I think about how vivid this is in my memory, I realize how much of an impact we have on our children and grandchildren. They learn so much about life by the age of five. Our impact and input can be huge!

This dapper guy went off to Ch*na when my dad was young. He was my dad's uncle Albert. I also had an uncle Albert, named for this one. And while this uncle would take the long boat ride home once or twice over many years, he lived in that far away land until he died of complications from a ruptured appendix. I never knew him but have heard about him all my life. My dad was good like that; he taught us to love history and especially our family history. I have letters this uncle wrote home. Both of my parents had an uncle that died in that country during the 1930s.

  Yes this is me at nine, but I'm mainly interested in checking out the old stove  I remember at my grandmother's house!

The great General, President of the U.S. during my childhood.

My aunt wrote asking if I had my great-aunt's journal that contained a recipe for Krummer Torte. I did, but could not read it well so got the idea to photograph it. Then Aunt could enlarge it and read the exact ingredients and amount. She is planning to make it soon. Obviously she has some sweet (no pun intended) memories of eating this when she was a little girl. Or maybe it was something served throughout the family history. Now I'm thinking maybe I should make it myself sometime.

I knew my father enjoyed a good baseball game, but I never knew him to like football particularly. I was so surprised when my cousin sent me this photo her dad had taken of my parents with some of their sibblings at a Wheaton College football game. I'm guessing they went to spend time with Dad's baby sister, pictured sitting next to my mom with red mittons and a red scarf. They all look happy. I'd like to think I might be the baby on the lap down the row a bit, and I think I figured out it could be. Anyway, I can pretend it's me. There are few photos of me as a wee one, so I'll take any I can get.  :-)