I finally hooked up my "new" (one year old) Kodak scanner, copier, printer, fax, photo printer. Now I'm scanning old photos as fast as I can. For starters, here are a few of my mother and me through the years. All but the last two pictures were taken by my artist aunt Jeanie Garner. My Dad, Gene Baker, took the one of Mom and me in our back yard, and the last photo was taken by Cheryl of Lizzy Frizzfrock fame at her house last October. So much fun putting these memories together, and I'm excited to do more in the coming months!
My future's so bright I had to wear shades!
Uh, put me down, Mom, I have a reputation
You smiling 'cause I'm just too cute?
I learned by watching her play. The piano teacher
gave me a piece to learn: "March Of The Wee Folk."
But I watched Mom's fingers, remembered the song
and positions, and learned to play "Für Elise" by
sight. Teacher was not amused. Said I wouldn't
learn theory like that. She was right. "Für Elise"
didn't need theory. I was the star of the recital. But
I do wish I knew piano theory.
Anyone can tell by looking at these three preceding
photos that I had a horrible childhood. There was
laughter. Fun. Games. Family. More laughter. I should
write a book about how deprived of drugs, booze, and
domestic violence my upbringing was. You can see how
I was hurting inside. Hurting from laughing! I can still
make my mother laugh, and when we laugh it brings
tears to our eyes, and a couple more crows feet on our
temples. Thank goodness for my "horrible" childhood!
Even back in the lean years we traveled together.
TWA flight 533 from Amarillo, Texas to
Honolulu, Hawaii via LA. The flight from Amarillo
was on a Lockheed Super Constellation, the one with
three tails. From LA to Hawaii we were on one of the
first Boeing 707's. It was September, 1961. Hawaii
had just recently become the 50th state. I was out of school
for two weeks. Teacher was not amused! Gave Mom an
attitude when she brought me to school after the trip.
I guess she was a bit envious that we had gone to such
an exotic location. I mean, from Amarillo to WHERE?
During my high school years, my mother
always stayed close, even when I went
through those stupid pre-adult mood swings.
The years dont' stop to reflect. But thankfully,
we can. My mother is a amazing woman. I pray
there will be many more years of these photos,
weathered as we may become, but of us laughing
February 26, 2011