Goals are good so I had as a goal this past week to answer, once and for all, my overflowing email inbox. I would read each piece carefully and thoughtfully and take my time in replying to each one. And well, that was a goal I never should have made because I didn't meet it, not even close. I appreciate each email so much, truly I do. And if you haven't heard from me please forgive me and know that I'm not a rude person, just a little overwhelmed. And sometimes I just have to step away from this computer.
Did that a few times last week. Went antiquing with my 16-year-old. Went to my son's science fair. Had a nice evening out with my husband and this smooth guy (so don't feel too sorry for me :). Sorted through some of my old suitcases full of vintage photos (how did I collect so many?!)
And that's when I decided what I'd like to blog about, maybe even a little mini-series, blog style. All these beautiful faces from the past that I meet as they stare back at me. Faces without names and places and dates...
Found this one buried in one of my suitcases, down near the bottom. The entire photo is less than two inches across. But it caught my eye. Just loved how the lady seems truly happy, standing there with those children (her own?). I'm a tall girl and am always a little envious of those women who are more 'on level' with the little ones, women not much taller than the children themselves. The kids better connect to them, or so it seems to me. She looks like one of those ladies, one of the ones that kids love and gravitate toward. Able somehow to hold onto her own childlike heart a little longer than the rest of us.
As is the case with most old photos you run across, there are no dates or names written on the back. So I will never know her story. I hope it was a very good one.