Last night I shared some of the photos of the Blandfords. I have more for tonight. I scanned several into my computer, but they refuse to show up when I try to download them to this link. My computer and I frequently duke it out over things like this. It usually wins. A lot of the photos I wanted to include were distorted from time spent on the CD. They are lost to me forever I guess, but here we go with some of the rest.
This one may have been included last night, but I love it. Ray titled it “Motorcycle Mamas”. And I do remember posting it already. No clues on identity though. I’ve lost a lot of brain cells since mom told me who’s who.
My Uncle Vird’s family. Since there are only four little girls, it was before Krista was born. Don’t ask what year though. I can’t even remember what year I was born half the time. Or maybe I just try to forget. I blame it on MS. Others may get dementia, but not I. I have MS and I’ll stick to that story even after they lock me away in an Alzheimer’s unit.
Tony, Barbara, Diane and Patty. I think the order is right. Tony and Diane made their first communion, Barbara was a flower girl, and Patty an angel. She still is, even though she insists on living in Texas instead of Kentucky. Everyone knows KY women are all angels. (That means I am too.)
My first communion, along with Carol and Barbara. Behind us are Father Saffer and Sister Marita. Aren’t we all so cute in our pretty white dresses and veils? More KY angels, even though Barbara also now lives in Texas, and Carol is in heaven. Back then we thought we would live forever.
Steve’s first communion. Obviously, this was taken in our back yard. Left to right we have Sylvia, mom, Ray, Steve and Larry. Elaine wasn’t born yet, but I don’t know why Tony and I are not there. I think I’ll claim discrimination here.
This is one of Vird’s daughters. I’m thinking Sheila, but could be wrong. They are all a generation a bit younger than mine, so I got to play with them as if they were dolls. She looks like one, doesn’t she?
Michael, Paul and Ronald. Uncle Hubert’s boys. And more Texans. Now what does Texas have that KY doesn’t? We lost Michael a few years ago too. They are Patty and Barbara’s brothers. The photo I had of all of them together was one that was contaminated and couldn’t be saved. I hate that.
There was a story Barbara told of how much her dad loved ice cream. We would have to churn it in the country, but when they moved to Owensboro he could walk down the block to a small neighborhood grocery and buy a gallon any time he wanted it. I guess there are some good things about living in town, but if I had my druthers, well, I’m just a country girl, transplanted to town.
Come back tomorrow for Part Three, and remember, this is still only one side of the family.