Photoessay #836 - And it really happened

"And it really happened. And it must've mattered"

I heard that line on the Canadian Public Radio show "Vinyl Cafe" this afternoon while doing errands...hitting the farmer's parket at Lake Forest Park Mall. Returning some library books and getting more (I'm really serious folks on doing more reading and writing as I emerge into 'empty nest') and getting some of the expensive dog food.

Dennis insists that the dog only barfs up the cheap stuff.

Both of us are kinda afraid to actually look at that van we bought yesterday, was it the right thing? Here's a tip, it costs over $100 to get a duplicate toyota key because it has this chip in it. What? We only got one key. Back in the day, I think they had three toyota keys. You could use your key on other toyotas. No lie. Found that out when, after some outing, I drove the Garrison's toyota home for some reason. They had a 70s Corolla just like us. And I realized I used MY key in THEIR car. No problem. Perry tells a story when he was down in Salem and he had locked himself out of his car in the pouring rain. A lady had a toyota in the parking lot. He begged her, "Please let me have your key, just for a second!!" It was raining too hard to explain. Luckily she did and, instead of something bad happening, he used her key to open up his own car and off her went. Giving back her key of course.

Anyway, this line from vinyl cafe was at the end of a long story involving a Centennial Mug given to a baby in on small Eastern Canada town. The narrator gave credit and appreciation to the librarians and local historians who collect all of the artifacts so we can remember.

My blog is a memoir blog after all. Just telling stories that go with pictures.

"And it really happened. And it must have mattered" I like it.

The picture? From the album my mother made for me, of all the babies from the reactor guys in 1953. My father attended a year long course in Reactor Technology at the nuclear reactor center in Oak Ridge Tennessee. The place for up and coming young engineers. All white men, of course. Most married, the couples socialized together quite a bit. And many had new babies.

A picture of the babies at some gathering. Must have been at my parents because I recognize the Baby Tender, the contraption on four wheels you could use as a stable place to feed your baby. I used it for my kids. I completely don't remember how it got here or where it went. I'm the sitting baby in the blue smocked dress on the left.