Sepia Saturday
We learn, we remember, we stir memories, we laugh, usually at ourselves and with each other.
These were truly the good ole days.
Before we even knew we were of a race or in a race.
4 little girls who loved to wade in the gutters when it rained and climb that pear tree I was probably looking at in the side yard.
We could climb that pear tree and see our entire street.
There was room for all of us.
This was taken in 1946 in front of the neighbor's house.
I was 8, second from right and my sister on the right end was 6.
That was our last year on that street.
We moved away in December of that year.
Those 4 little girls had their share of life's bumps and grinds I promise you.
My little sister was so dear to me I can just feel the protectiveness I felt for her weld up in my heart just looking at this picture.
I thought I would die myself when she passed away at age 32 due to breast cancer.
April 19th is her birthday anniversary and I always get
melancholy around this time of year.
Found this is Mama's photo album.
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24 comments:
Oh...I didn't expect that. I am sorry that you lost her much, much too soon. This is such a lovely and poignant post. May you find ongoing ways to honor your little sister. Sending a gentle hug...
awesome reflections...
Happy Saturday.
you rock.
What a sweet, sweet photo! I just love it. You all look so cute and sull of life! I was a tree climber, too. We had a sycamore tree in the yard of one house that I loved for it's low branches!
I don't think anything has ever been invented or discovered that is more able to implant thought or emotions or memories than the humble photograph - as your post so eloquently demonstrates.
Love photos like this. What special memories you have to treasure! Wishing you a wonderful weekend! Cathy
I used to 'live' in the apple tree in our yard and watch everyone go by. It was still there when I visited the village 2 years ago - 60 years later.
Poignant memories.
Life is so weird -- you living a long life and your sister taken so young. When Cuppa's grandfather was buried I noticed his brother's tombstone, one plot over. Grampa lived to be 105, and the brother didn't make it to 5.
Such beautiful memories you have of your youth and your sisterhood.
I'm sorry for your enormous loss.
The marvelous thing about beautiful memories is they do not diminish with the passing of time but grow richer in meaning for our lives.
Hi Peggy,
What a wonderful blog you have here!
I love your photo. You brought back a lot of memories for me too, as I saw your sister and friends and remembered my own and our big oak tree. I'm sorry about your loss.
I really appreciate you stopping by to say hello.
Take care,
Kathy
It's sort of sad that it takes us so long for us to realize that life is a series of good and bad memories with sometimes nothing in between. Often times a small scrap of paper is all we have to bring those memories back. Glad you shared this one.
All beloved who passed away leave in us but also take away a part of our soul, irrevocably. Thanks for sharing.
All beloved who pass away leave in us but at the same time take away a part of our souls, irrevocably. Thanks for sharing
What a wonderful and sisterly picture! You were all too giggly and busy to even look at the camera but you did take the moment to show your love for each other. How sad that you've lost your little sister and how wonderful you have such nice memories of your time with her!
A wonderful, happy photograph. It made me smile.
A beautiful post Peggy, it made me cry for your loss, but I also smiled for the memories.
So sorry for the loss, but you all looked so very happy and what a bunch of fond memories you have for a lifetime! I love hearing your stories, thanks!
Your photo reminded me of my childhood (isn't that what Sepia Saturday is all about?). You and I are about the same age and my sister is 3 years younger than me. As you can see in our picture, we're still best friends.
I don't know what I'd do without her. So, of course, I feel so bad for you losing your sister at such a young age.
Barbara
I keep coming back to this photograph, it so captures the fun of childhood. Thank you for sharing it with us. If there was a prize for the best Sepia Saturday photograph you'd definitely win it this week with this beautiful picture.
What a precious photo that brings back so many memories.
I am sorry for the loss of your sister; photos like this one are all the more precious.
Hi Peggy, I adore this little snapshot and yes your love transcends even from the lens of the camera. I'm so sorry you still hurt and grieve your sissy. I have only brother and so having never lost a sibling yet, I cannot truly feel the loss but my kids sure feel your loss from losing their little brother so I lift you up and hug you ever so tightly in my heart. Love you my friend, Mollye
So sorry you lost your sister when she was so young. But I am so glad you have this photo of when you were young.
It is such a sweet photo that does tell the story of close friends and sisters. You were a great sister and you love will never fade.
I am so sorry about your sister. She was much, much too young! And I think your photograph is wonderful. It's almost like the four of you could step out of the photograph and begin playing again. Sometimes it would be great to be able to turn time back.
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