In June 2016 we sold Cedar Pond and moved over the mountains and far away. We now live in Deer Park , WA where the weather is a bit more extreme than Cedar Pond's and in spite of the challenges we're rejoicing in life in our new home with field and forest just outside our back door. God is so good to us !
~Happy birthday Joni! Third daughter of four, younger sister of mine!~
~Look at how cute we were. This is obviously before our youngest sister was born. We are dressed in our Sunday school clothes. I wonder what you were saying. ( From left to right, me, sister Karen, sister Joni, the birthday girl!)~
~Joni, all my earliest memories of you involve a pink, puffy snow suit, Mom huffing and puffing after all the effort to get you dressed for the snow. I remember her helping us three little girls out the door of the trailer house, down the steps and into the small fenced yard so we could play on the swing set. You could barely move with all the snow gear you were wrapped in to keep your little body warm. Then, you would try to follow Karen and I , and we were not too helpful in this endeavor....you would cry " Foffy, Hawen, way fo me!", translated, "Kathy, Karen, wait for me!" Then of course, you would fall, and could NOT get up in all the pink fluffy-ness you were wearing and you would cry. Mom would then come outside and bring you in to go through the reverse process of getting you out of the snowsuit. Every time I watch The Christmas Story and see this clip I remember you, yes, EVERY TIME! So sister, here's to you and long ago memories and the ties that bind us together forever. With much love, your OLDEST sister, Kathy.~
~Happy birthday Joni! Third daughter of four, younger sister of mine!~
~Look at how cute we were. This is obviously before our youngest sister was born. We are dressed in our Sunday school clothes. I wonder what you were saying. ( From left to right, me, sister Karen, sister Joni, the birthday girl!)~
~Joni, all my earliest memories of you involve a pink, puffy snow suit, Mom huffing and puffing after all the effort to get you dressed for the snow. I remember her helping us three little girls out the door of the trailer house, down the steps and into the small fenced yard so we could play on the swing set. You could barely move with all the snow gear you were wrapped in to keep your little body warm. Then, you would try to follow Karen and I , and we were not too helpful in this endeavor....you would cry " Foffy, Hawen, way fo me!", translated, "Kathy, Karen, wait for me!" Then of course, you would fall, and could NOT get up in all the pink fluffy-ness you were wearing and you would cry. Mom would then come outside and bring you in to go through the reverse process of getting you out of the snowsuit. Every time I watch The Christmas Story and see this clip I remember you, yes, EVERY TIME! So sister, here's to you and long ago memories and the ties that bind us together forever. With much love, your OLDEST sister, Kathy.~
