Yesterday I started journaling. I am not sure I know what I am doing but I am making the effort to become more focused. I have a “to-do” section which I failed miserably at completing and a “food” section with the disclaimer “no sugar!” I failed at that, too, as the lemon Oreos were calling my name even thought they had been safely stored away in the freezer in the garage. Hmmmmpp…who am I kidding — I know where the garage is!
So, anyway, here are some photos of the beginning!
I put the banner and the gift because it was my birthday and, well, stickers!
It wasn’t only my birthday yesterday, it was my maternal grandmother’s birthday. She was born on February 28, 1902. She would be 120 years old! How can that be? She was my grandmother and I knew her well — she passed after I was an adult with children of my own! 120 years old seems something I can’t get my head around. Well, 72 is also something I can’t get my head around!
This is the birthday girl in 1918 — I think probably on her wedding day but not completely sure. That is my grandfather — first generation American of English/Welsh parentage which brings us to this —
Happy St. David’s Day!!!!!! I love daffodils and dragons and I so completely identify with my Welsh ancestry — as well as my English — I mean, my DNA is all English/Welsh/Scottish with some Scandinavian thrown in for good measure. So, yeah, that is me.
Ok, gotta go feed my dragon!
4 comments:
Don't get discouraged. We all set goals for our day and hardly ever accomplish everything. I like how you decorated your page.
I've always loved that photo of our grands! And I really wish I knew exactly where it was taken. She was so young when they got married.
Oh, and if you think it's hard getting your head around 72, just wait till 75 comes around!
Hi, Granny! Yes, I am enjoying it so far.
Joanie — yes I wish I knew too, I assume in San Antonio since he was still in uniform. I would think if it was in Scranton he would be in civilian clothes. She was awfully young wasn’t she?
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