I rearranged the basement this evening and did laundry as well since I was down there.

While I was waiting for the last bit of laundry to get done, I was looking at old photo albums.

Mainly of my mother when I was young but a few of me and my siblings when we were just babies.

Carolyn was maybe 25, which put Cyndi at 20, and Ric at fifteen, Linda at twelve, me at eight, Kathy at six and Wanda at four.

I love looking at old photos.

Grandma Hestness and  Clarence were in a few as well.
Along with Aunt Loretta and a few of people I have no idea who they could have been.

I assume family

Those were the glory days.

The time when we were all so innocent and had no idea what life had to offer.

Sometimes I wish I could go back and relive some of them.

Other times I think,  no way would I ever want to go back.

But Grandma would be alive as would Mom, Linda and Cyndi.

I miss them.

Sometimes more than others.

I still dream of them and they are alive in my dreams.

I find those dreams are gifts from God.

A wonderful walk, down memory lane.

I’ll try to figure out a way to get them downloaded so I can post some here.

Glory days.

Simplicity at it’s finest.

magnificent seven

Back row, Ric, Kathy, Cyndi, Carolyn and Linda.

Front row, Mom, Wanda and me

1985