Memories are treasured moments in time that stay in our hearts forever. I am blessed with an awesome family and many happy memories. Like all families, we have our share of trials and tribulations, illness and challenges. But along with that, we all have a positive outlook on life and share laughter between us as often as possible. I want to share a few photos from my holiday journey to Vermont this year. It was a special time together and many new memories came to be. This first photo to the left is a view of Mt. Ascutney from the front porch. It’s a beautiful mountain that’s great for hiking up in the summer and skiing down in the winter.
This is Mom and Dad back in the early 1990’s.
A woodburning stove warms the whole house in the winter!
Here’s my Mom, Grammy, with my daughters and Meggie!
And here’s my Dad, Gramps, with McKenzie. We love to shoot the 22 off the deck…winter, spring, summer and fall. Dad and Kenzie have rigged up some tin cans to aim at off the deck!
This photo of my daughters is over-exposed and blurry from low light, but I still love it!
Here’s Meggie. She rules the house!
One of my favorite childhood memories is my Dad reading his childhood book of “Uncle Wiggily” to us each night. The illustrations are fabulous, and this one of the Skeezix is one of my favorites 🙂 ….or Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy…or Sammie and Susie Littletail…
Dad has a small room, it’s about 8′ x 8′ and we call it Dad’s Museum. Dad has treasures, collected over his 77 years, from numerous butterflies to a miniature Taj Mahal, hand made gifts from grandchildren, a Reagan button, and countless other special remembrances on shelves and in cases, all artfully and carefully arranged. One could spend hours looking at the unique items. But even more fun is when Dad tells the story behind each one..
One of our traditions over the years has been hand made gifts. The forget me not egg above is one I painted for my Dad many years ago. Forget me Nots are a favorite flower of ours!
This ship is a model ship, also in Dad’s museum, that is framed. The photo in the corner is a picture of my Dad in younger years.
Every year, at Christmas, the grandchildren and children gather to make gingerbread houses. Mom and Dad construct the house frames ahead of time, so that the afternoon can be spent decorating the houses with an amazing variety of candy. Here are some photos of our fun afternoon this year…
And last, but not least, a view of the mountain from the back deck. It’s like a little piece of heaven on earth in Vermont…