Jar #40 contains....
...dirt. Yuck.
So...let's move on to something else, shall we?
Pretty skies in the morning...see the moon?
My ghost husband is walking behind the truck. I want him to stay home. I've been missing him extra lately.
Almost every day, Violet pretends to be a different animal. Her recent favorite has been Little Girl Crane. I have to be Mama Crane, and Adam is Daddy Crane. Here she is in her 'crane nest'.
She likes to pet her little sister and talk to her. I bet this baby is going to be more familiar with Violet's voice than mine when she arrives.
I found a great old year book at a thrift store.
It has the most unusual pink color inside and a metallic gold print.
I like the lettering.
Ins't the Art Deco style great?
Ladies' sports got one whole page. The boys' section took up 8 or 9 pages.
They all look so...interesting. Faces from this period seem to have so much more character, don't you think? These girls seem full of moxie and grit.
I was amused to see the Italian Club was made up of Italians. I'm used to a language club being comprised of people studying the language. I guess in 1930, you hung out with the other Italians in your club.
Look at the grumpy Germans. Notice the fussily crossed arms on the front row.
The photos from their events seem so froo froo and elaborate. Fun!
Hmmmm...your yearbook could very well beat my yearbook. We'll have to compare.
I love the tummy picture...too cute.
Give Little Girl Crane a big kiss.
Posted by: stacy | February 01, 2012 at 02:41 PM