Photoessay #2935 - It's my blog

So I can put up as many dog/cat sunbathing shots that I want to.  I know I've done it twice over the last month or so.  But I just looked up and looked out the door and there they were...doing their thing.

Somebody recently described Teddy as a beta dog.  As in NOT alpha.  He's not alpha at all.  The cat tells him what to do all the time.  Kitty's the boss.

I finished a little essay yesterday (Holocaust related) as it was my week at my writing group.  And I just finished reviewing the comments on my scrapbook article from an archivist friend of mine.

Hard work.  The new emergency drum for our departing printer arrived today.  So I will print it out again.  And then it's time to find a home for it.  First Connecticut History, then I don't know.  It might be hard to find a journal for it as it's a bit unusual.  But life is long.  I had to finish it as I have so much into this project.

Title:
Maier Zunder's Scrapbook: A View from a Nineteenth Century Community Leader

I will send the binder containing the copies (photographed) of the entire contents of Volume 2 of the Zunder Family Scrapbooks including translations of all of the German language items...back with my cousin to New Haven.  She'll deliver it to Marv, the archivist at the Jewish Historical Society of Greater New Haven.

Just about time for the wedding festivities and related site-seeing to happen.  It does make me a little sad; I would have liked for my parents (or Dennis' parents) to be able for this.  They would have loved to have everybody together and to see their eldest grandchild married.  Even though my parents would have criticized me no matter what I did.

I'm just remembering going to a Thanksgiving down at my grandparents in Southern California.  We went to a restaurant on Thanksgiving Day (only time ever).  Somebody, maybe a waitress, commented to my grandmother.  "You don't look old enough to be a grandmother!"  "Goodness," my grandmother replied, "I have a married granddaughter."

Me.  I got married at 24, thought we were pretty old.  Times change.  You know, I might be able to find a picture of that occassion.  Yes, late 1970s some time.  One of the few times we were together with my cousins.  I had to borrow clothes from my sister as the clothes I brought from Seattle for Thanksgiving time were WAY too warm.  I learned, when going to the South, bring 'summer clothes'.  Also to the midwest no matter the season because I was always hanging out in overheated facilities.

There we are in the SoCal sunshine.  1978 maybe?  My younger sister looking up at Dennis; I'm second from right.  My brother next to me.  My cousin, Sonia, center, her face in shadows, has passed away.  Odd, isn't it?  That somehow there's power and presience in the old photos.

I better stop writing or who knows what I will come up with!