Sunday, February 6, 2011

Sea Otters

What beautiful creatures these guys are!   A short trip down the coast on a Sunday afternoon 80 degrees and clear blue skies in the 831 today and here is the result! I shall never tire of experiencing these guys!

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Wishing you, and yours a very Happy New Year 2011

Somewhereintime photography is wishing you a wonderful healthy, happy, prosperous, dreams come true 2011!
 

Saturday, December 25, 2010

A Myers family Christmas Memory

We may not be the epitome of the “Norman Rockwell Family” nor would

we really want to be, for if that were the case none of us would be who we are today. We didn’t grow up with fancy cars (well except for my MG), mansions in the Hamptons, Nannies, chauffeurs, or designer clothes. But what we did have is lots of love, and always will, and a Mom and a Dad who did everything they could to make our lives real, magic, and fairy tales, and provided us with everything we ever needed and then some extras whenever they could.

I have memories of being bundled up for the snow and building snowmen, and Mom even gave us a carrot for the nose and coal for eyes. I remember one year we all got red Ryder sleds that I believe looked something like the one pictured here

I seem to recall they were stacked with toys as well. I think back to this and can’t even begin to imagine how hard it must have been for Mom and Dad to make Christmas happen each year. (Or that we all didn’t break our necks, sliding down the iced alley roads!) I remember the tree, the lights, the glass ornaments and it was the inverted glass ones I couldn’t wait to see each year. The garland of popcorn and cranberries we strung with a needle and thread, though I think we probably ate most of the popcorn along the way. I remember the tinsel we hung so carefully, well not David he was little he would just kind of throw it on in globs and then look ever so proud of himself! And that it was actually really metal too! Instead of the plastic kind you find in stores now. The baking Mom did, and Grandma Callie and her sewing and the things she made for us. All the extra food and special things we rarely got to have except that time of year.

The train that Dad would put up and it even smoked! as it rode around under the tree, and when Dad wasn’t looking Donnie showing me how ever cool it was to lay the tinsel across the track (as it would spark) we are so lucky we never burned the house down. Science? Or my pyro brother in his earlier youth!

Also the extra family visiting we got to do with Aunts and Uncles and cousins!

There is a story with one Christmas and maybe all of you know this or perhaps it is a buried memory…

We lived in Louisville that year, the big brick house with the covered front porch with the pillars. It had a water well out back (one year the guy they came to fix it found a four leaf clover that he gave to me), and a detached garage, and a mud porch on back. A very scary basement below… with an old ringer washer, and Mom would hang our clothes out to dry on the line. I pondered years later what we did about that in the winters.

I remember having to stand on a chair in the kitchen to dry dishes because I couldn’t reach. I remember Mom use to work so hard to make our food, canning fruits, I can still taste in the air the grapes, as she and Grandma Callie strained it through the tea towels, and preserving vegetables, and the paraffin wax that sealed the jars(that was always so fascinating to me) all these things grown from the garden out back, (I even remember one spring late at night seeing lights out back (thinking clearly the Aliens had landed) only to discover there was Dad with the headlights shining on the field so he could plant the seeds) Dad was always working such long hours and more than one job to take care of all of us. But I’d have to say Mom really had the toughest job of all, the four of us, we were really a handful, all being a year apart except David a little younger.

I can’t remember if it was our last Christmas at this house or not,
(somewhere around 1966 or 1967) but that was the year my brother Donnie happened upon the Christmas stash! Hidden behind the upright piano that was sitting kitty corner in the living room, the foremost thought in a young child’s mind the thing we had debated for many a night does Santa really exist? So like every big brother that has a mystery to solve what should he do? Enlist the help of his little sister and play detective to find out if it was true! I didn’t want to believe him, but he said “if all this stuff is under our tree Christmas morning then we know it is Mom & Dad and there is no Santa!” So we waited there were only a few more days until Christmas.

On the night of Christmas eve Mom and Dad read us Twas the Night Before Christmas, we put out the cookies and milk, and carrots for the reindeer(I think back now how expensive that was to do, but they still played into our Christmas magic). Dad told us Santa couldn’t come unless we went to sleep, he said he saw a light in the sky and I don’t know how he did it but told us to listen for the reindeer bells, and sure enough looking out our bedroom window it could have only been Rudolph’s shiny red nose in the distance and the tiny tinkling sound of reindeer bells. So off to slumber land I went… oh ever so hoping Donnie was wrong!

Finally day light breaks and we awoke our parents far too early, so that we could all run down stairs and see if Santa had come. At first sight I could see the toys that had been hidden behind the piano now placed so carefully below the tree.

Donnie looked at me, and I think we were both just a little bit sad, and I remember thinking I wish it wasn’t so… But somehow as we opened our gifts, much to our surprise we both realized! Santa had come after all and left his magic anyway. I’m not sure how but appearing behind the tree was a Chatty Cathy, and a Charming Chatty the very dolls my sister and I wanted so badly, but they had not been behind the piano.
we still have these dolls!

As Donnie started to pull out more gifts there was a race track with little slot cars for the boys! And our stockings filled with even more! I’ve thought about this through the years and I am sure Donnie did too, but the magic that is Christmas never made either of us ask… Or just perhaps there really is a Santa Claus....

My guess is Dad and Mom found out we knew, and Dad must have taken on extra shifts, fixed something for someone, Mom must have taken in someone’s ironing, or did the neighbors hair, or baked, or one of the many things they did extra for us kids. In order to still surprise us with something we had not seen.

So Christmas comes, and it too soon passes… Our Christmas’ changed through the years as we got older, we received clothes and makeup, and ten speeds, things for our cars, and one year I got my first gold diamond ring. As we got older the decorations changed a little bit too, we use to wrap the front door as a gift. One year I made all those gingerbread men painted cut out cardboard with candy canes and decorated in garland, I’m lucky Mom use to indulge my creative endeavors and the messes I must have made doing so.

And the life lessons, Mom and Dad always showing us there are people less fortunate than us, and that we need to help them especially this time of year. I remember one year we went through our things as Dad had a friend whose family was having a hard time. We polished up, fixed up, and cleaned up our old toys and clothes. Mom baked and we took these things to them. I remember their Mom cried but they were happy tears. A lesson I’m sure we all remember each year.

As my own sons have grown they have loved baking and cooking especially the last few years in Grandmas kitchen in Manton during the holidays, I’m sure traditions they will carry over with their own families one day.

As we got older and left the nest and headed out to make our new lives with our own families and children we still hold a lot of these Myers family traditions. I bet we all still use Moms recipes for Christmas baking, and I know we all made Christmas magic for our own kids. I even one year made reindeer snow hoof prints up our walkway because my boys couldn’t accept that Santa would land there and come through the key hole in our front door since that house at the time did not have a chimney! I have loved through the years the family gatherings, be it Christmas, Thanksgiving, Birthdays, celebrations etc…

Linda you have a beautiful family, grown children that have given you beautiful grand babies, and thank you for letting them be part of my life too!. Donnie you have a beautiful wife that has shared her sons and grandbabies with you, and I can’t imagine you without Karen. David you and Lidia have such a wonderful family thank you for sharing your girls and sons with me.

But the biggest thank you, to our Mom and Dad for all the memories…
and making our Christmas’ each year so special.

There isn’t much that any of us goes without or cannot get for ourselves so this year I thought I’d just share what Christmas has meant to me growing up Myers… I’m really glad we are not the Rockwell family! And I thank you all for the wonderful Christmas memories…

Even though we do not get to see each other each year we are always in each other’s hearts, for we are all part of the Myers Family tree… May you have a wonderful Christmas, and a Happy, Healthy, magical New Year!

Now go outside smell the snow and make snow angels! And make a snow man with coal for eyes and a carrot nose! And then go back in and eat some delicious decadent treat that surely came from one of Mom’s recipes! And if you can’t remember the story, now you have this as our memory…

Love ya guys,

Thursday, December 31, 2009

She will find strength...

In the morning light of day,
I gaze out my window, and I see...
one beautiful red rose, in bloom to share its beauty and grace, for the world to see...
standing tall and stoic amidst the winter garden...
it is sentinel now to a garden that has gone on to slumber...
A stark contrast... to those in the garden that have gone to rest for awhile,
a gentle yet vivid reminder that, no matter what the circumstances are...
one gathers up the strength and courage to overcome any obstacles thrown in their path,
to wander in this life as they choose, but not as they are told the norm is...
as I wander through this winter place...
I reflect and suddenly see another gift to behold
A beautiful Hummingbird takes refuge in my garden for the winter months ahead
She is too old and frail to have made the migration...
So she stays here in flight amongst the few flowers I see still blooming for her...
and the tree that holds onto its leaves to provide her shelter from the storms that are yet to come
She is so beautiful as she flits back and forth above and below
while the sunlight brings us rainbows through raindrops in a sky...
I am thankful
as I see that even when the odds may be leading in one direction...
there are always survivors, these are the strong angels who figure out how to make it work
for all the darkness I can see ahead...
there is also a light so very clear
and my friend who is so strong
will overcome anything that crosses her path
just as the rose still blooms in the still of winter
and the tiny hummingbird finds flight in the winter hours
she too will overcome...

Sunday, December 6, 2009

December 6, 2009

Oh today is bittersweet in so many ways... tomorrow I must leave this place... this world here that has given me so much... Memories of a lifetime... and from a past life too... We started with a taxi ride from Belgard to City centre, Patrick was a delightful Irish gentelmen, who loves his life and wife and family and wanted to make sure our last hours were not missed with anything, he pointed out all the things along the way and made sure to tell me where I should walk to photograph. We couldn't check in our room as it was early but they took our luggage, and off we went. Nothing open yet so before the city woke I was able to take some photos of Christ Church, St Patricks cathedral, and trinity college, and of course the architecture of the cornices of the buildings, superb! Then we split up for the day, and plan to meet at dinner. Time for some shopping for me! I decided on the purple boots and a few other treasures! There is a huge shopping area in the town,and there are literally thousands of shoppers! I love it the swarms the voices, the fathers I see tending to small children while the wives flit around like butterflies filling their bags with their goods! Saying "yes dear if you really need to get that go ahead" I loved this part! SO many people trying to find just the right thing. I am enjoying every sight, every sound, the crisp cool air, the little childrens faces, especially the ones bundled in their buggies, as they too take it all in. Hungry time for lunch, oh when we got here it was cold so we stopped at a little coffee shop and I had the most wonderful cappucino, and Justin his cup of tea. For lunch I wander down to temple bar where all the restaurants are, I decide on an little pizza place that is bursting at the seams with people eating and enjoying their meal. I sit at a table and the people next to me, are french but it turns out they live here, and we have a fun conversation about their wee little children and my older sons, and where I should go to dinner with my son, and which pub we should go to later. I head to the hotel to drop off packages and decide one last quick jog up the main street in case I missed a photo or a store to wander through. Getting cold now, head back and call Justin to see if he wants to meet up now. Turns out he has found some musicians and they invited him to play with them at a pub! SO I rush down to temple bar on the other side of the keys... I get a little lost but ask the Garda(police) and he walks me half way there so I don't miss it! i love these people! I walk in and there sits my son with a huge grin on his face as he jams with theses Irish guys from Dublin! Justin is playing bones, and they are playing guitar, mandolin, banjo and pipes, and singing! Completely surreal and amazing! They play for another hour, and i have a guiness, then after half of them head home, but first chat with me. Peter stays he has always lived in Ireland he I guess is not much older than Justin he buys us each another beer and then we tell him our tales of our journey here and he tells us of the culture and customs of Ireland... he will stay with us the next time he visits the US! Justin is floating on a cloud for his experience, and I happy in my heart that this fell into his path... Everything that happened here was unplanned, it was just follow my feelings as to where and what happened next. If I had planned this we would have missed all the stuff in between... It was purely magical, this land the green, the sea, the people, the voices, the lives that touched ours, the history, the castles, the magic, and the story of my past... I don't know who he was but one day I will... Ireland I take you with me in my heart... for now and forever more... I head home now a very changed woman... but in the best way that I could be...