Last evening we went to see the Boise Hawks baseball club, a Chicago Cubs minor league team. The main attraction was the $1 tickets, $1 hot dogs, and $1 drinks. Of course it didn't work out quite that way. The hot dog line was 3 innings long and the drinks were $2.50. Thank goodness most of us ate before we came. However, it was great fun.
There were 15 of us at the game: 7 adults and 8 children. We were located in the top of the stands on the first base side with lots of sun. We were facing north and the sun was to the left. That means the left side of our faces were what was tanned (or burned), although today I did not notice any burned faces.
Charlotte was the most relaxed and may have had the most fun (until she got tired). Nothing like a bottle and a floppy hat, from which she can periodically peak out of, to make her day.
Everyone had a good time, however a good time does not include necessarily watching the game. I think we saw a little bit of each inning, but rarely the whole inning. We did get to talk and take care of children. The kids had a great view of everything and spent a lot of time roaming back and forth. We were high enough that we didn't want them climbing up and down the steps. At least I didn't. The little kids never slowed down the whole time we were there and we were exhausted by the time we all left. The kids came home and crashed and we relaxed, then crashed. Some of the photos below show the fun we all had.
The excitement comes in trying to keep all of the kids somewhat corralled, if that is even possible. The Mom's did a great job.
Finally, we find a couple of moms focusing on having a good time. Although with the hat JoAnn has on I thought for a few minutes she was an Aussie. Love the colors and the great smile.
Learning about being a grandparent is different from being a parent. Experiences are new, challenging, exciting and responsibilities are not less, but changed. It's all about love and family. And this blog, while intending to be all about a grandpa has morphed into other posts. Still fun to write about...
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Splendorious Tuesday
We arrived in Boise, Idaho at 1 pm and made it to Sally's home where we finally had the children warm up to us. The results are below:
Bonnie & Chas watching Toy Story 3 book that reads to them.
Hattie, all smiles, just finished (more or less) a few crackers.
Monday, July 26, 2010
A Busy Birthday Girl
JoAnn had a busy birthday today. Actually, the celebration started last Thursday when Krissie arrived. Among the first things they did was to get a pedicure. I'm not sure, but I think that makes any daughter visit "official."
I went in to work for a little while this morning and stopped for a few things on the way home. It included a Snickers bar for JoAnn, cause she loves them and since it is her birthday it has to be "fat free." When I got home I gave her the Snickers bar and shot the following photo. Krissie and I were laughing as JoAnn was working towards a zero impact candy bar. Somehow I don't think she spent though time on the bicycle to make it happen.
However, a little later we went down to the strip to the Bellagio to see their atrium, which is always beautiful. I think we walked and perspired more than enough to make up for the candy bar. I shot the following photo of JoAnn and Krissie in front of a sculpted olive tree. The second one Krissie shot of the two of us. It came out pretty good. About 4 pm we dropped Krissie off at the airport and then we went home and crashed.
I went in to work for a little while this morning and stopped for a few things on the way home. It included a Snickers bar for JoAnn, cause she loves them and since it is her birthday it has to be "fat free." When I got home I gave her the Snickers bar and shot the following photo. Krissie and I were laughing as JoAnn was working towards a zero impact candy bar. Somehow I don't think she spent though time on the bicycle to make it happen.
However, a little later we went down to the strip to the Bellagio to see their atrium, which is always beautiful. I think we walked and perspired more than enough to make up for the candy bar. I shot the following photo of JoAnn and Krissie in front of a sculpted olive tree. The second one Krissie shot of the two of us. It came out pretty good. About 4 pm we dropped Krissie off at the airport and then we went home and crashed.
I love the butterfly in the olive tree.
It is still good to spend time with my favorite best friend and the love of my life.
Krissie is gone and we are home relaxing before we begin packing for our Idaho trip tomorrow. We are sure looking forward to getting out of town. We haven't traveled at all this summer which is unheard of for us. Of course, the birthday party continues once we arrive in Boise. I love thee non-stop birthday parties. My body doesn't, but I do.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Happy Birthday Sweetheart
Today is my wonderful wife's birthday. She is the most fabulous person in the world. We have been together for 45 years and married 43 of those years. I wanted to share a few of my favorite photos of her. She is wonderful mother, grandmother, partner, and lover. Enjoy the photos and wish her a Happy Birthday. I pulled all of the photos from my flickr account where she has 458 photos and growing.
On the ferry between islands on the Outer Banks, NC with our youngest daughter.
With our 3 oldest daughters in Manhattan, KS when we were going to KSU. Even then she was a magnate for children.
With our oldest grandson, Calvin, and he was showing how he was almost as tall as Grandma. It was our last photo of the two of them together.
Grandma is all about sharing and Bonnie loved the sun glasses look.
She was a 70's girl with the hair, Ajax, dish towel, and a lot of flair!
With all of our daughters and one daughter-in-law in 2010 for Sister's Weekend.
Our marriage in 1967. Just a side note. It was 110 degrees the day we got married. We survived and continue to survive and flourish!
And finally, us last year in Breckenridge at our family reunion!
Saturday, July 24, 2010
The Sleepy Daughter
One of the things that was a surprise to us was how much our 2nd daughter liked to sleep. Now, given the fact that as a baby she slept like everyone else that age, it was not big deal. But, as she got older and we said it was nap time she was the ONLY child we had who NEVER argued with us about taking a nap. Since she was number 2 of 7 we had hope with each new child. That hope was dashed 5 times.
Jeni liked to take naps so much she used to ask, "Can I take a nap?" In fact, she enjoyed them so much we were afraid that when she went to school she wouldn't make it through the day without a nap. She can correct me when she reads this, but I think most of the time she made it through the day. But, going to bed at night was always fun. "Can I go to bed now." At least until she became a teenager, then life changed a little.
As a mother of 4 she has fallen back on her old habits. She can sleep anywhere anytime. I'm still amazed by her ability to fall asleep. I wish I had it sometimes. I guess some things never change. In a way, that is comforting.
Jeni liked to take naps so much she used to ask, "Can I take a nap?" In fact, she enjoyed them so much we were afraid that when she went to school she wouldn't make it through the day without a nap. She can correct me when she reads this, but I think most of the time she made it through the day. But, going to bed at night was always fun. "Can I go to bed now." At least until she became a teenager, then life changed a little.
As a mother of 4 she has fallen back on her old habits. She can sleep anywhere anytime. I'm still amazed by her ability to fall asleep. I wish I had it sometimes. I guess some things never change. In a way, that is comforting.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Joshua - Tim Comparison
I've been scanning slides again and found 2 photos that cause me pause and reinforce the Tim - Joshua connection, as it should be. Of course Tim's Dad (that's me) had a lot (I mean a lot) more hair, but then I'm jealous of all that hair too! Mom made me get rid of the mustache, but it took another 10 years. Tim definitely had a Joshua pre-barber cut. This was spring or summer 1976.
The second photo show Tim outside in his shorts dungarees on a neighbor's patio. I know it's not our's since we didn't have any mopeds. I had forgotten about both photos. Tim was about 18 months in this photo in Manhattan, KS, which would be spring, 1977. Not long before we moved to Iowa. You can see Tim was not a big shoes guy - got that from his Dad.
You have to go to Tim & Lonita's blog to see the comparison.
The second photo show Tim outside in his shorts dungarees on a neighbor's patio. I know it's not our's since we didn't have any mopeds. I had forgotten about both photos. Tim was about 18 months in this photo in Manhattan, KS, which would be spring, 1977. Not long before we moved to Iowa. You can see Tim was not a big shoes guy - got that from his Dad.
You have to go to Tim & Lonita's blog to see the comparison.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Classic Monday
I have a hard time finding time to write during the week, so I thought I would start a Classic Monday. It can have text, and will always include an historical (or hysterical) photo. Anything over 1-day old is counted as historical.
Tim was born in Kansas in 1975, and by the spring of 1977 he was getting around pretty well. Tim loved his Hot Wheel tricycle. He could really make that thing go. We had a long sidewalk in front of our apartment in Manhattan, Kansas. It wrapped around the parking lot on two sides, so he had about 100 feet of good area to gain speed. Out the backdoor was a playground. I'm not sure the Hot Wheel made it out there much, but if you look at the wheels, it seems that it got a lot of use. I'm sure Tim wasn't the only rider of that Hot Wheel.
You will also note that the car grill and not Tim is in focus. I had an old Mamiya-Sekor camera with a spot meter and sometimes I have now discovered, I had the wrong thing in focus. Too late to fix that problem now, but we can still enjoy the photo.
Tim was born in Kansas in 1975, and by the spring of 1977 he was getting around pretty well. Tim loved his Hot Wheel tricycle. He could really make that thing go. We had a long sidewalk in front of our apartment in Manhattan, Kansas. It wrapped around the parking lot on two sides, so he had about 100 feet of good area to gain speed. Out the backdoor was a playground. I'm not sure the Hot Wheel made it out there much, but if you look at the wheels, it seems that it got a lot of use. I'm sure Tim wasn't the only rider of that Hot Wheel.
You will also note that the car grill and not Tim is in focus. I had an old Mamiya-Sekor camera with a spot meter and sometimes I have now discovered, I had the wrong thing in focus. Too late to fix that problem now, but we can still enjoy the photo.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Writing
The summer season is my time to do writing. I have been a university department chair for 9 years and have one more year in that capacity. It has cut into my writing time during the academic year, so I look forward to having the opportunity to write in the summer. Knowing that I only have 1 year left as a department chair, and have less responsibility this year, I’m hoping I can find more time to write.
A big part of the writing is the research that precedes it. I didn't always understand the research side of writing, but I have certainly gained an appreciate for its importance. I am currently working on three different research projects, they are all related, but a little different. I won’t go into those topics, as I am probably the only one reading this blog who cares. However, it’s the research that I love the most. I certainly enjoy the writing, especially when I see the published project. When I’m writing I experience, what we call in leisure, “flow,” or the complete engagement in the activity which blocks out everything else - what Maslow calls creativity.
The research, however, involves the fun of discovery. I enjoy getting into a project, doing the research, and trying to create something new. Every once in a while we hit on a new topic that sets us off on a new or expanded research project. I frequently read 50 plus research articles just to find the information I need and to build my background knowledge.
The real challenge comes when I start to put the article together. Usually I write a number of long memos on the topic that sometimes exceed the article’s limit by 5,000 to 10,000 words. Even after we get the article written, we rewrite it 6 or more times before it goes to the publisher and then another 1 to 3 times after it gets to the publisher. Yet, when it comes out in print or on-line, I gain a sense of accomplishment. It doesn’t help my humility problem.
I like the challenge of writing a research article, based either on research we completed or the theoretical foundation of the research. As authors, we have a lot of interplay with how the research and writing fit, and what the final product will look like. When you have 2 or more authors it provides more opportunity for insight, but also is challenging to give coherence and continuity to the writing.
When I’m writing a book, and I only do that with other people I know and trust, we spend a lot of time on the outline and then constantly review the chapters we are writing to make sure we are on target and that our outline is being followed. It can be easier to write a book because you don’t have to write as tightly as an article, but you still have to know our audience and write to their level. The last couple of editions of one of my books, I have tried to insert photos of our family, and have been successful. The next edition will have an interesting family photo I will write about, only if it makes it in the book.
If you would have asked me 40 years ago if I was a writer I would have said, “no way.” Yet, after years of practice and refinement I’ve gotten better, but I’ll never write the great American novel, that’s not my style of writing. But I do enjoy the chance to write this blog. It is an outlet that renews me and allows me to get back to my other writing.
A big part of the writing is the research that precedes it. I didn't always understand the research side of writing, but I have certainly gained an appreciate for its importance. I am currently working on three different research projects, they are all related, but a little different. I won’t go into those topics, as I am probably the only one reading this blog who cares. However, it’s the research that I love the most. I certainly enjoy the writing, especially when I see the published project. When I’m writing I experience, what we call in leisure, “flow,” or the complete engagement in the activity which blocks out everything else - what Maslow calls creativity.
The research, however, involves the fun of discovery. I enjoy getting into a project, doing the research, and trying to create something new. Every once in a while we hit on a new topic that sets us off on a new or expanded research project. I frequently read 50 plus research articles just to find the information I need and to build my background knowledge.
The real challenge comes when I start to put the article together. Usually I write a number of long memos on the topic that sometimes exceed the article’s limit by 5,000 to 10,000 words. Even after we get the article written, we rewrite it 6 or more times before it goes to the publisher and then another 1 to 3 times after it gets to the publisher. Yet, when it comes out in print or on-line, I gain a sense of accomplishment. It doesn’t help my humility problem.
I like the challenge of writing a research article, based either on research we completed or the theoretical foundation of the research. As authors, we have a lot of interplay with how the research and writing fit, and what the final product will look like. When you have 2 or more authors it provides more opportunity for insight, but also is challenging to give coherence and continuity to the writing.
When I’m writing a book, and I only do that with other people I know and trust, we spend a lot of time on the outline and then constantly review the chapters we are writing to make sure we are on target and that our outline is being followed. It can be easier to write a book because you don’t have to write as tightly as an article, but you still have to know our audience and write to their level. The last couple of editions of one of my books, I have tried to insert photos of our family, and have been successful. The next edition will have an interesting family photo I will write about, only if it makes it in the book.
If you would have asked me 40 years ago if I was a writer I would have said, “no way.” Yet, after years of practice and refinement I’ve gotten better, but I’ll never write the great American novel, that’s not my style of writing. But I do enjoy the chance to write this blog. It is an outlet that renews me and allows me to get back to my other writing.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Getting Ready Photos
A few years ago I was taking photos of our children in York, UK and as we were trying to get the family organized I realized just how much fun it was to take pictures of getting ready for photos. They are the real family photos when everyone is doing “their thing” rather than the photographer’s thing, which is usually a group shot where everyone is smiling. Early on the family didn’t know what I was doing, but since I put some of these photos up in my home office and on flickr, they all know what I’m doing and watch for it. Usually I get a response of, “Dad is doing it again.” Of course, when they turn out cute, they all like them.
A few of my favorite getting ready photos are below. Unfortunately, I can't find the photo from York, but I'll keep looking. I thought it would be on my flickr account for sure, but it was pre-flicker. Yet, I remembered I have it on the wall of my home office. A quick scan, photoshop cleanup, and presto, it is below. It was taken in York, Yorkshire, UK when the family lived near Harrogate. For this photo we took the train from Harrogate to York and wandered the streets for the day. It was a great adventure.
The second photo involves getting ready for a sister on the UNLV campus. It was our first Las Vegas Sister's Weekend. They humored me that first Las Vegas year and let me show them some sights and take photos. After that I was on my own, but this is such a typical photo of our family.
This is the opposite end of a "getting ready" photo I shot in Breckenridge at our gathering in 2009. We had just finished shooting photos and people were beginning to depart - in some cases - as fast as they could.
Finally, as I was looking for photos for this blog I found a 1986 photo I took in Modesto and it was a pre-getting ready. I didn't even realize I had taken this until tonight. Of course, in the days of 35mm slides I was a lot more conservative about what I took photos of.
Getting ready, or already done, it doesn't matter, but what it does is add to the fun of photography and especially to the memories.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Photos and Memories - Part 2
Time to post a few more slides and thoughts to go with them. It is fun to look back at our memories of our family. As one of my daughters said yesterday, “I’m so glad you took photos when we were young.” That’s the whole point of taking photos.
Following World War II my dad got out of the Marine Corps and we moved back to Des Moines and built a house on property owned by my grandfather. It was a basement home which were fairly common in those days, especially if you couldn’t afford a full house. Dennis and I were 2 and 3 (I’m the older and with the dog) in this photo. Within 2 years my dad was called back up for the Korean war and we moved to North Carolina, but for a few years we lived in this wonderful basement home out in the country just north of town.
Skipping forward 23 years our little family left California so I could pursue a masters degree. We moved to BYU with our two daughters, Donna & Jeni. We moved from Ventura, CA to Lawton, OK, where I completed the Artillery Officer Basic Course at Fort Sill. Then we moved into Wymount Terrace, married student housing at BYU. Part of the beauty of living in Provo, UT was the closeness of the mountains. Going up to Cascade Spring and walking in the spring and summer was one of our favorite things to do. In the first photo Donna is holding her hair back while she gets that good mountain water. In the second you can see JoAnn keeping an eye on Jeni. This had to be close to 1974 just before we moved to Manhattan, Kansas. How do I know? Jeni is looks about 2-years old and JoAnn is pregnant with Suzanne. We moved in July when JoAnn was 8 months pregnant. I know, what were we thinking?
Our three little girls are having a peanut butter sandwich with Suzanne in the middle, and obviously not old enough to have a peanut butter sandwich. Suzanne was 4 or 5 months old and it was winter, 1974. Please note that the wonderful couch the kids were sitting on was purchased in California when Donna was born and survived moved to Utah, Kansas, and 2 moves in Iowa before it got so old it was given away. It was an 8 foot long couch and we could put all of us on it. It had a great charm and I still miss it.
Just 13.5 months after Suzanne, little Tim showed up. Our first boy and I was excited. There is nothing better than laying on the couch and playing with my son. In fact, this photo, taken in 1977, just before we left for Iowa, looks a little bit like his almost 2-year old, Joshua.
Finally, Christmas, 1981 in Ames, Iowa, Sally is experiencing her first Christmas. That teddy-bear is the most exciting thing in her life. When I showed JoAnn the photo, she said, “She is just stinking cute!” Clearly JoAnn’s choice of phrases has been impacted by her daughters. I think it was a good influence, but sometimes I wonder. Not really!
Following World War II my dad got out of the Marine Corps and we moved back to Des Moines and built a house on property owned by my grandfather. It was a basement home which were fairly common in those days, especially if you couldn’t afford a full house. Dennis and I were 2 and 3 (I’m the older and with the dog) in this photo. Within 2 years my dad was called back up for the Korean war and we moved to North Carolina, but for a few years we lived in this wonderful basement home out in the country just north of town.
Skipping forward 23 years our little family left California so I could pursue a masters degree. We moved to BYU with our two daughters, Donna & Jeni. We moved from Ventura, CA to Lawton, OK, where I completed the Artillery Officer Basic Course at Fort Sill. Then we moved into Wymount Terrace, married student housing at BYU. Part of the beauty of living in Provo, UT was the closeness of the mountains. Going up to Cascade Spring and walking in the spring and summer was one of our favorite things to do. In the first photo Donna is holding her hair back while she gets that good mountain water. In the second you can see JoAnn keeping an eye on Jeni. This had to be close to 1974 just before we moved to Manhattan, Kansas. How do I know? Jeni is looks about 2-years old and JoAnn is pregnant with Suzanne. We moved in July when JoAnn was 8 months pregnant. I know, what were we thinking?
Our three little girls are having a peanut butter sandwich with Suzanne in the middle, and obviously not old enough to have a peanut butter sandwich. Suzanne was 4 or 5 months old and it was winter, 1974. Please note that the wonderful couch the kids were sitting on was purchased in California when Donna was born and survived moved to Utah, Kansas, and 2 moves in Iowa before it got so old it was given away. It was an 8 foot long couch and we could put all of us on it. It had a great charm and I still miss it.
Just 13.5 months after Suzanne, little Tim showed up. Our first boy and I was excited. There is nothing better than laying on the couch and playing with my son. In fact, this photo, taken in 1977, just before we left for Iowa, looks a little bit like his almost 2-year old, Joshua.
Finally, Christmas, 1981 in Ames, Iowa, Sally is experiencing her first Christmas. That teddy-bear is the most exciting thing in her life. When I showed JoAnn the photo, she said, “She is just stinking cute!” Clearly JoAnn’s choice of phrases has been impacted by her daughters. I think it was a good influence, but sometimes I wonder. Not really!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Scanning Family Photos - A Few Favorites
It’s the 4th of July weekend and I’m taking time to scan some old slides from our family. They are on our flickr site. Today I’m sharing some thoughts about some of my favorite photos from this batch of scanned slides. I don’t have time to scan every week to scan, but I’m thinking of following Sally’s “Wordless Wednesday” except using scans rather then current photos.
First day of school photos are always fun. We had just moved to Ames, IA and our two oldest girls were off to their first day of school in a new town. Donna was going into 2nd grade and Jeni into kindergarten. Of course we also had to include Suzanne in the photo since she thought she should be going to school too. School was just across the street from our home so the girls would walk to school and home for lunch. It was an ideal location for us and the kids.
As I look back on these photos I have such positive emotions. You can see excitement in girls faces. I took 3 photos of Jeni along our back deck and each one captures a little different expression – serious, whimsical, and classic Jeni. You can see the twinkle in her eyes and the excitement behind them. Another memory this photo brings back is that it was my first full-time university position at Iowa State University. I was awfully excited about being an assistant professor, maybe even more excited than the kids.
My final photo is of my father and Sally. For me it is the epitome of being a grandpa, relaxing with a young lady on my arm (Sally was 3 in this photo). Dad had been reading to Sally and they both went to sleep, Sally first. I remember when I was young I was taking a nap with Dad and he fell asleep. I wasn’t of the age where I wanted to lay there with Dad, however, I didn’t want to him to be lonesome. To solve the problem I put my teddy-bear in the same place my head had been on Dad’s arm. Later I got to feeling guilty and went back, thanking teddy for saving my spot.
Memories are usually fun and the become more fun the older they are, but that’s because they change over time and we reinforce the positive and dismiss the negative. I like that.
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