Since this week is missions celebration at our church,
Summer of 1998, Wheaton, Illinois:
The son of Nate’s namesake is the left one in the back row – Stephen Saint. The two Indians in front are Aucas who were involved in the massacre but have since come to know the Lord & lead in the jungle church. Our Nate is the baby.:)
The second song on my VodPod to the right also tells their story a bit, “God Is God”.
My big bubby & me in 1974? playing Mary & Joseph.
It seems there was a picture of other children in the next generation doing something similar & I’d love to put the pix side-by-side, but I can’t find the newer version. If V or L have a convenient copy for me to cut & paste here, that’d be fun.:) I may be able to update this one for a Christmas Flashback in a future post.
Sorry this is late, but it has been a busy last half of the week. Change of season, you know. Thursday through Saturday were consumed by the bi-annual changing of the clothes. So, though late, this is the newest installment of Flashback Friday…
Since some of you didn’t know me as a wee one:) Didn’t recognize me without all that hair, did you? It was slow in coming in, but made up for lost time.
PS – I also posted a few late pix of our excursion to the Indian Powwow from a few weekends ago over on Flickr to the right.
1980’s…Peanut & Prism, the synchronized swimming duo.
1990’s…Diva & Bride, world travelers.
See? I was nice. But, oh, what I could’ve pulled out!! I will have to try to dig around for those re-e-eally old ones later. They must be in Mom’s basement.
No, I won’t go on with these forever, but some are just too good to leave in the attic scrap box. This one has a story behind it…
It was the summer Nate turned one. We were home from Korea for a couple weeks, so Mom & Dad thought it would be fun to go to an amusement park for the day. We had a blast, except that Mom had busted up her leg on the church basement stairs a week or so before & was not up to walking around the park. As embarassed as she was to get a wheelchair, it had to be done.
Mom got tired of being pushed around all day so took a break & sat on a bench at one point. Dad thought he’d give her chair a spin down the midway. While he was away, he wheeled up to the hair painting booth & innocently asked if they gave discounts for Veterans. They said, “For you, it’s free.” They never asked him if he was a veteran & he never said he was! So, the picture shows the result, the wheelchair, & Mom in the background if you look closely. Dad enjoyed the rest of the day happily telling people where he got his hair done. And, yes, a lot of people asked! That place actually ended up making money on Dad. It was hilarious. Fun memories.
PS – For the kids: note the red mark on Grandpa’s right elbow. I don’t have too many pictures that show that, but it’s just a birthmark. He used to love to make a huge pretend howl & cry when a child touched it just for the fun of the reaction.
Here’s Callie & Carson, neighbor second cousins, the bald duo, around Christmas of 2001…
And the same two in pretty much the same spot almost six years later…