Photos........On a rainy day, there's not much I'd rather do than browse through old photos. As I look through stack and stacks, I see the tapestry of my life. I am usually smiling and have occasional tears. But mostly, just gratefulness for the people that have been sewn into my memories, my life.
In this particular box, there were photos of Pat Boone (top right), and of course, his biggest fans...my mom and Jean Randle. I love the picture (right bottom) of the KNUZ car that had some to welcome and have an interview with Pat right there on the tarmac at Houston International.
Top left is a photo of my mom hugging Cecil Price. My mom loved kids.
Far left is Nan Davis (Noles) on our driveway on Belcrest. She loves kids, too. She is still involved with the children's ministy at Impact. I love Nan. I had many firsts with Nan. The most memorable was my first ride in a convertible. Going 70 MPH down I-10. What a blast!!
Bottom left is my dad. John Goodnight. I loved the way my dad said his name. Confident. Friendly.
Bottom is my dear little Laurie Ann Wilson. Laurie Ann now has a beautiful daughter, named Bailey, that looks like Julia Roberts. No kidding. Laurie also has a dog named Barnum.....get it? Barnum and Bailey. Cute!
Top right is my mom, with a scarf around her head in the early 50's style. She is in front of her new range. I love this picture!!
In the middle is me. I was 6 and experiencing my first snowfall of any consequence, in Houston. We (Lou Ann, Laurie Ruth, and my brothers) built a snowman. I'm standing in front of my parent's Mercury. I cried all the way to Downtown Houston,( in the floorboard of the front seat) because we were going to trade it in on a 1960 Pontiac Ventura. I loved that Mercury.
Now, to organize them so I can scrapboook.
I need to get my old photos out also. There were eight kids in our family and after Dad and Mom passed away we divided them up among all eight of us!
ReplyDeleteI want copies... And I believe the old '54 Pontiac was traded in for the new 60 Pontiac. I was with Dad when he towed it away to a junk yard. At least that is the way I remember it. Maybe I was dreaming.
ReplyDeleteI don't know. Maybe you are right. Let's see I was about 4, so maybe. The '54 Pontiac...is that the one Daddy drove to work, the one that Grandpa had one similar? If so, it couldn't have been the '54, 'cause I was more like 10 or 11 when it died.
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