tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78462012545422925412024-02-18T17:59:49.689-08:00All Slang is MetaphorSeveral Lifetimes' Worth of PhotographsSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-48673696134387950582010-08-13T19:17:00.000-07:002010-08-13T19:24:02.076-07:00Susan, Kurt and Anna Grow Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Anna says, "I bet the next second I picked up that marble ashtray and threw it across the room and then grabbed those flowers and ate them."</div>
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<em>1961, St. Louis, Missouri</em></div>
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Notice that Leonard got down low to take this photograph. He had natural talent, like his father.</div>
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<em>1961, Berkeley, Missouri</em></div>
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I climbed on that dog's back while he sat in the kitchen waiting for my mother to feed him. When he stood up and put his head down to the bowl, I slid face-first onto the floor and busted out a front tooth. <br />
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Anna and I weren't always dressed alike, but once in a while. We kind of liked it.</div>
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<em>1965, Philippines</em></div>
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My mother made the Madonna and child hanging on the wall to the right of my head. She got the pattern from a woman's magazine, like <em>Family Circle,</em> or one of those. Anna still has it.</div>
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<em>1968, Norfolk, Virginia</em></div>
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Kurt says, "The model on the desk is of the Apollo Lunar Lander. All things astronaut were the thing in the 60s and 70s. It was really advanced for a kid, and I think I had help from Dad or Mom, but I really painted it well, and did ...a real good job with it. It came apart and docked - connected - like it did in flight, and the lunar lander's landing gear operated (I was really proud that I got that to work!). The plans/instructions for the kit are at the front right of the desk.</div>
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"There's a Voodoo Fighter desk model on the desk; I got that from Grandpa Dee Dee; it was from McDonnell-Douglas. </div>
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"There's that cash register savings bank. An old-styled globe; I liked those when I was a kid. A pile of magazines; I always saved magazines (still do). Just above the Lunar Landing Module is a fire alarm box that I got somewhere. (You're looking at the bottom of it in the pic.) I wanted to make it into a light switch for my room somehow; never did. On the base of the lamp are little figurines of characters from a Pop-Tarts offer. I ate pounds and pounds of crusts from Susan's Pop-Tarts to get those! Just to the left of my left shoulder is an old cigar box that has trinkets...and I still have it, and likely lots of the trinkets. Of course, we all remember that 3-legged chair. Who has it now? <em>[Susan says, "I do."]</em><br />
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"I remember the drawer to the desk, it had a pencil tray in the front. Mom made the dress Susan is wearing. Those are Boonedockers shoes that I'm wearing. There was a push button on the base of the lamp to turn it on/off that you had to hold for a few seconds before it would fire, and I remember a bunch of other silly things. </div>
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"On top of the pile of mags to the right of the pic are three stacked clear cases. They are car models from a series that included those stacked cases, for display. Which reminds me...<br />
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"One time Grandpa DeeDee took me to a car show at the old St. Louis Arena. I was struck by one concept/experimental car there, a Deora. I bought the plastic model kit of it and took it home to Dee Dee's and built it. I put it under a desk lamp to dry the body paint on the model during dinner. It melted! The main body piece was badly deformed, but maybe reparable. I cried, but I thought we could do something with it. Grandpa Dee Dee decided to teach me a lesson, so he put the melted mess on the kitchen table and said something like "It's done! Get over it!" And then he smashed what was left with his fist. I bawled!! (Grandma Dee Dee did not like this!) And then he took me back to the car show the next day (and I think paid another pair of admissions) and bought me another model. So basically, he taught me to not cry over spilled milk."<br />
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<br />Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-23577554743860968582010-03-01T16:16:00.000-08:002010-03-01T16:17:33.625-08:00Padi in the Saddle<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">One of the things Padi was proudest of was her horsemanship. She took dressage lessons at the D'Rossa School in Makati, and used to tell the story of getting to ride one of President Marcos's horses.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3G1cH2ICLt_DHogTH1rQOIyl5_ejU4uZpcv9XalCQc6DRVJQcfEVFXZz2l5NCZF433s15RDeI1jpc28yzp3X3qUNKGr2CjIdXGKzmDnPLTEBDb3WqcpmI1NuM_tObIQ2wk6ySCPr-2xfF/s1600-h/1966+0108+Padi+on+Horseback.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3G1cH2ICLt_DHogTH1rQOIyl5_ejU4uZpcv9XalCQc6DRVJQcfEVFXZz2l5NCZF433s15RDeI1jpc28yzp3X3qUNKGr2CjIdXGKzmDnPLTEBDb3WqcpmI1NuM_tObIQ2wk6ySCPr-2xfF/s400/1966+0108+Padi+on+Horseback.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXoBOkZVFiiQPRuGA-B8liqzInJGh7jJ0OBEejB3esycCfLr6SpyhfzyTPgKGX6yeuaW_8OnvKz6YjZkVfM0zuoVonnp3r8bZ96iIdR0A-97-VwM7jGAT5EjScrlGlp0b_PX5lXoD7ox9/s1600-h/1934+Frances+Smith+Drennen+St.+James,+MO.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441288469268574802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXoBOkZVFiiQPRuGA-B8liqzInJGh7jJ0OBEejB3esycCfLr6SpyhfzyTPgKGX6yeuaW_8OnvKz6YjZkVfM0zuoVonnp3r8bZ96iIdR0A-97-VwM7jGAT5EjScrlGlp0b_PX5lXoD7ox9/s400/1934+Frances+Smith+Drennen+St.+James,+MO.jpg" /></a> <em>Frances Margery Smith, graduation circa 1934. Just a year later she had my mom. She had </em>eloped <em>while she was still in high school</em>!</p><p><br />
</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ssgmaFgFzUoUCpsVc_BFAl5jkrvtcd6U7r2hFPm_WGCyWmJioPxsKt31ZYvwILlz9NMVA49wGWzT_EwIskjndDR3TEYtMtxYU725OJI-2G_yengnKPluC7fsH_0cO74ze_4lLPNiV1Vb/s1600-h/1925+circa+Frances+Smith+2nd+from+right.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441288276774301218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ssgmaFgFzUoUCpsVc_BFAl5jkrvtcd6U7r2hFPm_WGCyWmJioPxsKt31ZYvwILlz9NMVA49wGWzT_EwIskjndDR3TEYtMtxYU725OJI-2G_yengnKPluC7fsH_0cO74ze_4lLPNiV1Vb/s200/1925+circa+Frances+Smith+2nd+from+right.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><em>Frances, second from right, dressed as a man, circa 1930. Whoa.</em></p><p align="center"><br />
</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAgdubtqEHrd8y7DpfSYKw1rboceNvi46Ac-D-i8b9EsGYXWeuo7ra7KB4xvoDoL_qgUTZyRjEtYoCkjr66HIzwef7aX7peN_InJwp6NG4sNbCUQhOM7lXyfkz6emAv1Fl7-x8EPbWoBa/s1600-h/1931+Frances+Smith+2nd+from+right.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441288266267957202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAgdubtqEHrd8y7DpfSYKw1rboceNvi46Ac-D-i8b9EsGYXWeuo7ra7KB4xvoDoL_qgUTZyRjEtYoCkjr66HIzwef7aX7peN_InJwp6NG4sNbCUQhOM7lXyfkz6emAv1Fl7-x8EPbWoBa/s200/1931+Frances+Smith+2nd+from+right.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a> <em>Frances, second from right, leaning languidly on</em> <em>some guy who was not my grandfather, circa 1931.</em></p>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-50380502239689633222010-02-22T15:29:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:24:56.402-08:00Men Holding Babies<div align="left">And not doing it too badly, either.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-haVrJMDBp8J8QNEhkN4Xmqkbnh_B4kqXiyNtoXR5wbwVLCQ0doEyINgaoaB9jH0cWSsyftuS-BOMON4s4Gv0_1IELj2GMTM1z6xc9rlbeBj6BNHWfY1JqptHkPYMy5Pv2IPwOJSSotK/s1600-h/1935+Thomas+Lyle+and+Patricia+Anne+Drennen.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441214471881636482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-haVrJMDBp8J8QNEhkN4Xmqkbnh_B4kqXiyNtoXR5wbwVLCQ0doEyINgaoaB9jH0cWSsyftuS-BOMON4s4Gv0_1IELj2GMTM1z6xc9rlbeBj6BNHWfY1JqptHkPYMy5Pv2IPwOJSSotK/s400/1935+Thomas+Lyle+and+Patricia+Anne+Drennen.jpg" /></a> <em>This is our grandfather, Thomas Lyle Drennen (known to us as Grampa Dee Dee), with his daughter Padi</em> <em>in 1935.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDZCUP1mwp98iFKHTY4tFfRHEigktCcZDEsx6B_jUWoW2Hg02-bKngZ1Pwk2KfOZckrNQceFCo9jgUo1nt8MVOuzVwlaoHNgkbGSOwkNYdcHk-B08ZtqMSMt8RLK0rgbFRdbj3cMOLZNq/s1600-h/1933+07+Choochoo+Papa,+Leonard.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441214376238148834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDZCUP1mwp98iFKHTY4tFfRHEigktCcZDEsx6B_jUWoW2Hg02-bKngZ1Pwk2KfOZckrNQceFCo9jgUo1nt8MVOuzVwlaoHNgkbGSOwkNYdcHk-B08ZtqMSMt8RLK0rgbFRdbj3cMOLZNq/s200/1933+07+Choochoo+Papa,+Leonard.jpg" /></a> <em>Choo Choo Papa and his grandson Leonard, in July 1933.</em> </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-RTdiDAh8URp8cXxE77w63EikjYSLwqfyfGv_3P1WuJolN7b1yBj4PSkb24np1PEao8-lmrNg2vuhSOL50W7SumYlfHihLbHFVdtJdlWD0YglFhHYe5KUo458EuzHsbeNc0OEKAQa-zC/s1600-h/1933+Popo,+Leonard.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441214373961807938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3-RTdiDAh8URp8cXxE77w63EikjYSLwqfyfGv_3P1WuJolN7b1yBj4PSkb24np1PEao8-lmrNg2vuhSOL50W7SumYlfHihLbHFVdtJdlWD0YglFhHYe5KUo458EuzHsbeNc0OEKAQa-zC/s200/1933+Popo,+Leonard.jpg" /></a> <em>Paw Paw and his son Leonard, in 1933, on the river somewhere.</em> </div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-89008363779012607322010-02-17T08:37:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:09:21.233-08:00Kalogs on the Loose<div align="left">"Kalog" is Tagalog slang for "crazy in a fun way." This was a ladies' club for the social elite of Cavite City, where the Sangley Point Naval Base was located. Padi and Leonard made a point of "living on the economy" and socializing with the natives. Either because they appreciated my parents' openness, or because she was crazy in a fun way, they made Padi an honorary member. </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5VosdLXFaXtG075qIFRGAJweAJ5f_Z1SfuuEbe2EfKX2JrIDbqfaagoo48ledJqfF132aIzo0FoBs8tuUX1pBaEcdYtXNlgcF3k0x1PSHddLda_BU7vT7U-DOaHOXm7AXyHsyAmUZ6eS/s1600-h/1966+Kalogs+on+the+Loose+03.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439263025096018802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl5VosdLXFaXtG075qIFRGAJweAJ5f_Z1SfuuEbe2EfKX2JrIDbqfaagoo48ledJqfF132aIzo0FoBs8tuUX1pBaEcdYtXNlgcF3k0x1PSHddLda_BU7vT7U-DOaHOXm7AXyHsyAmUZ6eS/s400/1966+Kalogs+on+the+Loose+03.jpg" /></a><em>"Auntie, say 'Whiskey' or 'Sexy'!" They </em>are<em> crazy.</em></p><br /><p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQklnLpmyyrTZTBdaVBnzVfWKd3sxSY2UdvBvq2xvPG-zIC6ZGqZkPk1pMKvhkiky7m5Rg3-bqeBZV5YK3JgiUM5m3_XbuqVb7KL6Rv7NTnH_L-WxDIUnVNneZk3ISb4fzMECqBzMTQki/s1600-h/1966+Kalogs+on+the+Loose+Cover.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439260881836194594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQklnLpmyyrTZTBdaVBnzVfWKd3sxSY2UdvBvq2xvPG-zIC6ZGqZkPk1pMKvhkiky7m5Rg3-bqeBZV5YK3JgiUM5m3_XbuqVb7KL6Rv7NTnH_L-WxDIUnVNneZk3ISb4fzMECqBzMTQki/s200/1966+Kalogs+on+the+Loose+Cover.jpg" /></a><em>The chair of the Kalogs made an album of their last outing for Padi.</em></div><p></p><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439263686271113106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQYw5uoYO47rmViPg7SZxdTRDYEdfkVaHiLGRZtkJLEbTnO-YJ6F6-MrbBTZebANfuV6hMnY9ufXHtp49kS4qckuOWFc8jAiLLmHrlwnNu0iUTDnf97XCjBm_ixLyUiEyw2bExIFh7yhM/s200/1966+Kalogs+on+the+Loose+06.jpg" /> <p align="center"><em>"Now look girls, here's what we do!"</em></p><br /><p align="center"><em></em></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7OxDSDoyEXydjR7nDYtshMV2h4xykixBuQLiwDqVUq5Pq1ryudVtaKGGh2-pmAXaT76UamYQNtADmsoRfsR6ZxCcmCCqZVKHdPYstUviZyecGnex_bwBkiO18mFCHTWuRZKB2R3HRl2sI/s1600-h/1966+Kalogs+on+the+Loose+08.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439263694403618194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7OxDSDoyEXydjR7nDYtshMV2h4xykixBuQLiwDqVUq5Pq1ryudVtaKGGh2-pmAXaT76UamYQNtADmsoRfsR6ZxCcmCCqZVKHdPYstUviZyecGnex_bwBkiO18mFCHTWuRZKB2R3HRl2sI/s200/1966+Kalogs+on+the+Loose+08.jpg" /></a> <em>"Aboard the 'jet' enroute."</em></p><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439263698122237170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqJDoNClW7eBJnA82w3n6K9PcnqzEuHVNPsJll8mWYGZqdohHvL1hC8JhShdRG1Y71rW5vlC768IYtwcsT7xbBY_1gID_MYgmIi9iqVHpLiDfh8xV72e0jM3lEE7VPJgKSVRJU5jisbu0/s200/1966+Kalogs+on+the+Loose+17.jpg" /><em>"Really???"</em></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwP3LCq1JdS7qZFtJ85MwVAbfBq3iZnqpplqLrx8ogPm1tt7VJSPxTiMjcJUEstHsIa_x-lGvkwHY_EpcjdVP5zkwYXOPkpVxs2kZGT_eXrTAq_yLycWExgppo6oKyhUO09PEJyYZj4vl/s1600-h/1966+Kalogs+on+the+Loose+20.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439277651118767010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwP3LCq1JdS7qZFtJ85MwVAbfBq3iZnqpplqLrx8ogPm1tt7VJSPxTiMjcJUEstHsIa_x-lGvkwHY_EpcjdVP5zkwYXOPkpVxs2kZGT_eXrTAq_yLycWExgppo6oKyhUO09PEJyYZj4vl/s200/1966+Kalogs+on+the+Loose+20.jpg" /></a><em>"Chums ..."</em></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xnu3ETyGW12jvVNpXMW3z9fKoitpkvsl0mdyfH_Ob2CS_z-Io12GxOv3P3SJQq3D2r8Kin4cm29Ij-9c-xBfD7tZnBuS6w1JY2DA9M2ILXZB-7Zp04wWqPq7cjKVZrn9vExZPivyaGGW/s1600-h/1966+Kalogs+on+the+Loose+29.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439263702848943218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xnu3ETyGW12jvVNpXMW3z9fKoitpkvsl0mdyfH_Ob2CS_z-Io12GxOv3P3SJQq3D2r8Kin4cm29Ij-9c-xBfD7tZnBuS6w1JY2DA9M2ILXZB-7Zp04wWqPq7cjKVZrn9vExZPivyaGGW/s200/1966+Kalogs+on+the+Loose+29.jpg" /></a> <em>"At the close of a glorious day!"</em></p>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-33887455120895339112010-02-16T20:32:00.001-08:002010-02-16T20:53:18.862-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmew4wmRgijbWIvyYZ5NA-ZvV2YESv3OEajz86vPV1ue14lhYEzCerKfYHi-eFTfg9E6Ur-IKuc2je6nIQLWGadvvbdob67CjUIzTWTruwpbKlapuLTXEd8Z4qBI8lNYHpmRAmmmXq-8/s1600-h/D+Mirtsching+Marauders.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439066757261376194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmew4wmRgijbWIvyYZ5NA-ZvV2YESv3OEajz86vPV1ue14lhYEzCerKfYHi-eFTfg9E6Ur-IKuc2je6nIQLWGadvvbdob67CjUIzTWTruwpbKlapuLTXEd8Z4qBI8lNYHpmRAmmmXq-8/s320/D+Mirtsching+Marauders.bmp" /></a><br /><div>This is the best shot ever of Anna, Kurt and Susan. It was taken at Kurt's wedding to Karen Stix ca. 1983. </div>Anna the Youngerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219744554333277504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-55795016430418416902010-02-16T19:16:00.001-08:002010-02-22T16:09:21.234-08:00So Cute, You Could Eat Her Like a Cupcake<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIL97SHmVlQ8eiinljJnH2R7j28Rlmhx4yaBbfW6mIOLPoLf8BQ7TbpsCE89k4xmDLaEH2jIJ0ObfTijQUyHpktKeI9_twNXoreKRFqriwPrM9s0cEKtHIV3IOO4dxQgGM5RhP2km4xmDn/s1600-h/1937+Patricia+Anne+Drennen.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439047090002648194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIL97SHmVlQ8eiinljJnH2R7j28Rlmhx4yaBbfW6mIOLPoLf8BQ7TbpsCE89k4xmDLaEH2jIJ0ObfTijQUyHpktKeI9_twNXoreKRFqriwPrM9s0cEKtHIV3IOO4dxQgGM5RhP2km4xmDn/s400/1937+Patricia+Anne+Drennen.jpg" /></a> <em>Padi Drennen at age two (1937)</em> </div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-27359501470586411222010-02-15T10:53:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:09:21.235-08:00Four Generations<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIlJuh8GOtIIVph-9apw5WvPafdLzNCWxky8br7gyOkwtkj5SLOtOFzmlJYbhgwKMHMMiUFzl-R1UiMp_bTwO9nfEUvR0DSOzX-6al5KdgFTBCI0XrxZAO-iC64PkxyTNGiiRJikdCLcS/s1600-h/1959+Frances+Kurt+Gramma+Smith+Susan+Patricia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438548249288485954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIlJuh8GOtIIVph-9apw5WvPafdLzNCWxky8br7gyOkwtkj5SLOtOFzmlJYbhgwKMHMMiUFzl-R1UiMp_bTwO9nfEUvR0DSOzX-6al5KdgFTBCI0XrxZAO-iC64PkxyTNGiiRJikdCLcS/s400/1959+Frances+Kurt+Gramma+Smith+Susan+Patricia.jpg" /></a><br /><em>Frances Smith Drennen, our grandmother, holding me; Gramma Smith, Frances' mother, holding fat baby Kurt; and Padi</em> </div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-52702887847840369772009-01-04T13:11:00.001-08:002010-02-22T16:04:44.399-08:00Me and Paw Paw<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdN5peE7arKmVVfcdRnc-_aqAusXMdIM4wLuW5bVTmxq-qO3jSfURRtgcQsQli9G7P0rCUdqYqRYYo0V_OtgCK2IYPdV0wwefnjbkFsqoSzd2rHTVDYYC5bYeua3gi3oSNST7tSdQpkFwv/s1600-h/1959+08+Susan,+Popo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdN5peE7arKmVVfcdRnc-_aqAusXMdIM4wLuW5bVTmxq-qO3jSfURRtgcQsQli9G7P0rCUdqYqRYYo0V_OtgCK2IYPdV0wwefnjbkFsqoSzd2rHTVDYYC5bYeua3gi3oSNST7tSdQpkFwv/s400/1959+08+Susan,+Popo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287549300964766338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Susan & Paw Paw, August 1959</span></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-71318382309047447342009-01-04T08:39:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:10:47.993-08:00Charles & RoseCarl Traugott Mirtsching begat Richard Max Mirtsching, who married Rose Fuchs and begat Charles Henry Mirtsching and Rose Mirtsching.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCwTKdS7VKile5rd1aG9y6wv7LDF-Ba4Dig6BQhAWG37KGuxYIthyGsrOQRVejYmoVkCXcKQGXibXm3T2KUS69rWObJr7FO2CsxIpTSG_ulnVyuUHFpkzjlzcAS-gA5-b26ezsWjvvsDL/s1600-h/1908%3F+Aunt+Rose,+Popo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287479600688119042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqCwTKdS7VKile5rd1aG9y6wv7LDF-Ba4Dig6BQhAWG37KGuxYIthyGsrOQRVejYmoVkCXcKQGXibXm3T2KUS69rWObJr7FO2CsxIpTSG_ulnVyuUHFpkzjlzcAS-gA5-b26ezsWjvvsDL/s400/1908%3F+Aunt+Rose,+Popo.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span">Charles & Rose, c. 1908</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtH1caf43FQw9p83ykXhDlXFAwoySjKVSla2GS_35mOqCET9SLwqLzD4-oZgxmsDm52YQZuZgwFXVnYOh8zGxWfFtj0d2GvXE1cheVthSNZ20MeC-wBW7vcZwWHu1RMcy1nykDQsQ88A0/s1600-h/1908%3F+Choochoo+Papa,+Nana,+Richard,+kids.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287479613206619074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAtH1caf43FQw9p83ykXhDlXFAwoySjKVSla2GS_35mOqCET9SLwqLzD4-oZgxmsDm52YQZuZgwFXVnYOh8zGxWfFtj0d2GvXE1cheVthSNZ20MeC-wBW7vcZwWHu1RMcy1nykDQsQ88A0/s400/1908%3F+Choochoo+Papa,+Nana,+Richard,+kids.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span">Richard, Charles, Carl, Rose, and Rose, c. 1908</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTEdQBdOv_-rlmVvl2r0ofCk61tK1ItrFj1vW0mHwBtY0XnxLai9ah7Jx8rtJpskH6IKohrS69Z97GJHuL-Y7nRAg4IRFCbmpYjZxlKwsl_9Sn3iSk2p9uPsNhmczBllCoGDuDQfRgLSM/s1600-h/1908%3F+Choochoo+Papa,+Nana,+Richard+%26+kids.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287479601902756994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTEdQBdOv_-rlmVvl2r0ofCk61tK1ItrFj1vW0mHwBtY0XnxLai9ah7Jx8rtJpskH6IKohrS69Z97GJHuL-Y7nRAg4IRFCbmpYjZxlKwsl_9Sn3iSk2p9uPsNhmczBllCoGDuDQfRgLSM/s400/1908%3F+Choochoo+Papa,+Nana,+Richard+%26+kids.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span">Carl, Rose & Richard; children Charles & Rose, c. 1908</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div>Then Charles married Anna Germaty and begat Leonard, and Rose married Gustav Weidemann and begat Rosemary and Richard.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVfuMAGpTrYbSZqYiV02qbHjvK9tjMTo45saVaDe1YCOvjM1_mSvDeNHVu_ctBHVVP535_DkMfbHF1BKANwrfamkgvywR-RSVkBg1dzsiSM7u0jWRDqdRC2Q6EInRoqx9oXb3U7wvk7lEP/s1600-h/1938+Momo,+Popo,+Rose,+Gus,+kids.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287479615581331858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVfuMAGpTrYbSZqYiV02qbHjvK9tjMTo45saVaDe1YCOvjM1_mSvDeNHVu_ctBHVVP535_DkMfbHF1BKANwrfamkgvywR-RSVkBg1dzsiSM7u0jWRDqdRC2Q6EInRoqx9oXb3U7wvk7lEP/s400/1938+Momo,+Popo,+Rose,+Gus,+kids.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic" class="Apple-style-span">Charles, Anna, Rosemary, Rose & Gus; boys Leonard & Richard, 1938</span></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-11428763391566070632008-12-06T16:08:00.000-08:002010-02-22T15:16:03.882-08:00Richard and Rose Get SpooneyShe looks as if she likes him, doesn't she? He looks as if he ought to be twirling his mustache.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLt3uvF0iy9krRmQg2R6mPOqHQUjcP1rVElEFSCU4OQzgxkvPDPGTL2v-8ogJVofhQR58OPu0_f1TLtVBxwxXH75EXf6sXU8Ve0R0MALLwUx_HiftUDrurfMUHDTg7ERCJ0MhhPtY-pRX/s1600-h/1903+Richard+Max+and+Rose+Fuchs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLt3uvF0iy9krRmQg2R6mPOqHQUjcP1rVElEFSCU4OQzgxkvPDPGTL2v-8ogJVofhQR58OPu0_f1TLtVBxwxXH75EXf6sXU8Ve0R0MALLwUx_HiftUDrurfMUHDTg7ERCJ0MhhPtY-pRX/s400/1903+Richard+Max+and+Rose+Fuchs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276833982565391506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">circa 1903</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwNbzoyjgBPPWDskNY4NorxNcVfCmDcj1qE6RqyQGjHtA8VujFg_tE0pBvnm6cZWoYHbLTUzRxqXtVp9DvYfA6SdEFrdj9LE1oLQ3aWIfceufXqHl3GMD6rISjz69qD8z_sQnqOlCVejsN/s1600-h/1900%3F+Rose+(nee+Fuchs)+Mirtsching.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwNbzoyjgBPPWDskNY4NorxNcVfCmDcj1qE6RqyQGjHtA8VujFg_tE0pBvnm6cZWoYHbLTUzRxqXtVp9DvYfA6SdEFrdj9LE1oLQ3aWIfceufXqHl3GMD6rISjz69qD8z_sQnqOlCVejsN/s400/1900%3F+Rose+(nee+Fuchs)+Mirtsching.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276833995540502418" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><div style="text-align: left;">The family tradition is that Rose (who was known as Nana by the time I met her) was a hard-livin' pistol. Richard died at age 48, and she had three more husbands after him, and lived to be 78. In her old age she had become autocratic and intimidating. Well; maybe she was entitled.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFg1Y7Au-2dE4qz8MMTDCXeD6ciPF_TI2pYbvoNUfzagc00y5VoXbuPwWCrNkpTvpAY7oJi840X8xp8uUekhKBDmcxJDE8EZDUVVtZK_1PXFvICvOYV7EeUp3Zsk9DmjUid7bHFKzfxA8V/s1600-h/1900%3F+Richard+Max+Mirtsching.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFg1Y7Au-2dE4qz8MMTDCXeD6ciPF_TI2pYbvoNUfzagc00y5VoXbuPwWCrNkpTvpAY7oJi840X8xp8uUekhKBDmcxJDE8EZDUVVtZK_1PXFvICvOYV7EeUp3Zsk9DmjUid7bHFKzfxA8V/s400/1900%3F+Richard+Max+Mirtsching.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276833987733280626" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">The second and third photos were probably taken on the banks of the Mississippi River or the Missouri River. Mirtschings always liked being on the water. Richard belonged to a rowing club, and my grandparents Charles and Anna had a small boat and spent most of their leisure and vacation time on the river, and camping and picnicking on the banks. Leonard, of course, grew up and joined the Navy; but he never did much care for the ocean. A river </span>is<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> a homier kind of thing.</span></div></span></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-91876364358931950372008-12-05T17:58:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:04:44.401-08:00Choo Choo PapaHere is our great-great grandfather. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RBJkdoW59qDbwZz1fhMbZF7QAaSiVJbNTTW0W0dT8nDz-NwHjUOEz4CnWRW6n3OxHe2Mgnqf80r-HG-pBhCpEmYGo0sSrNa9xuHKMIaHGygmUh5VnX5XRjh2vA_batWlrsk_YvDr1MjF/s1600-h/1885%3F+Charles+Traugott+Mirtsching.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RBJkdoW59qDbwZz1fhMbZF7QAaSiVJbNTTW0W0dT8nDz-NwHjUOEz4CnWRW6n3OxHe2Mgnqf80r-HG-pBhCpEmYGo0sSrNa9xuHKMIaHGygmUh5VnX5XRjh2vA_batWlrsk_YvDr1MjF/s400/1885%3F+Charles+Traugott+Mirtsching.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276498134739000114" /></a><br />Here he is with his first wife, Anna Laupoid Mirtsching (holding a dog, which I dearly wish were more than half in the picture), and his younger son, Richard Max Mirtsching. Yikes! That sad smirk on Anna's face is very familiar -- I see it in the mirror all the time. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYtyY-Ofxxkqe_Q670VCJ3WLj53iuyEJMYDK81RxRnlaF168Jnn_Xsydk22J9EC78qKQMTNqjfUf6muhgPSQzE_vj96gNUtEIHrFmD13k8ri44yI6-NYsQrjdLugd4i_6VhhHaPRw_gMOb/s1600-h/1905+(%3F)+Anna+(Laupoid),+Carl+Traugott,+Richard+Max+Mirtsching.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYtyY-Ofxxkqe_Q670VCJ3WLj53iuyEJMYDK81RxRnlaF168Jnn_Xsydk22J9EC78qKQMTNqjfUf6muhgPSQzE_vj96gNUtEIHrFmD13k8ri44yI6-NYsQrjdLugd4i_6VhhHaPRw_gMOb/s200/1905+(%3F)+Anna+(Laupoid),+Carl+Traugott,+Richard+Max+Mirtsching.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276498624786569026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">circa 1905</span></div><br />This is Choo Choo Papa's older son, Charles W. Mirtsching. I don't know if he had any other children.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicEomSF49ZGZ5RCm_OXcAlxg5zBv2Vw03RtIUGq78daZlwqx0ZHC66VIypdz9jXDkiXZ2FFclujmcqjni7z5T44b7uKYp9e8gq3x0LKn_OkjvwBaoLd0OnERP1vbz7fFq6KtChl2_Ytk4j/s1600-h/1880%3F+Charles+W.+Mirtsching.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicEomSF49ZGZ5RCm_OXcAlxg5zBv2Vw03RtIUGq78daZlwqx0ZHC66VIypdz9jXDkiXZ2FFclujmcqjni7z5T44b7uKYp9e8gq3x0LKn_OkjvwBaoLd0OnERP1vbz7fFq6KtChl2_Ytk4j/s200/1880%3F+Charles+W.+Mirtsching.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276498624069617970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">circa 1880</span></div><br />The family nickname derived from the fact that Choo Choo Papa was an early adopter of the automobile. Here he is with Charles Henry Mirtsching (fifty years later to become known as Paw Paw), Anna Laupoid, and Rose Fuchs Mirtsching, Richard's wife. Richard and Rose were Paw Paw's parents, and our great grandparents. (Richard might have been taking the picture.)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzuNXK36Ga8FAEeFq44DBRGUTLOdWOl1vAMZ2ozgbz7QwNJkxNAraVgTCw_YKtMxffffdiFFledWIx0AsPIcf8A9F2dSgyZvJ9wx1zXVveEDS5hox4QLd-tFhNLWOxdLXG7l-dnYUz7A9/s1600-h/1905%3F+Carl+Traugott,+Charles+Henry,+Anna+Laupoid,+Rose+Fuchs+Mirtsching.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzuNXK36Ga8FAEeFq44DBRGUTLOdWOl1vAMZ2ozgbz7QwNJkxNAraVgTCw_YKtMxffffdiFFledWIx0AsPIcf8A9F2dSgyZvJ9wx1zXVveEDS5hox4QLd-tFhNLWOxdLXG7l-dnYUz7A9/s200/1905%3F+Carl+Traugott,+Charles+Henry,+Anna+Laupoid,+Rose+Fuchs+Mirtsching.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276498628228510674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">circa 1905</span></div><br />Okay, so who was the wise guy who glued the labels on the photos? Which <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">cannot</span> be removed and believe me, I've tried? And who <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">also</span> glued these photos, with their horrible little labels, to a poster-sized piece of cardboard, along with about twenty others, using criminal amounts of glue?</div><div><br /></div><div>Or put it another way. Who was the linear-thinking, methodical individual who documented these details and grouped these photographs for our benefit? </div><div><br /></div><div>It was Leonard, of course, bless his heart.</div></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-23178019455647142952008-12-03T19:37:00.000-08:002008-12-06T06:05:41.667-08:00Cowboys and IndiansThe cowboy -- or girl, or whatever -- got to wear the cowbody hat and holster and pistols, and the Indian had to wrap a towel around his head. Since I was five and Kurt was four, you know how that turned out. Though he doesn't seem to mind. He has always been a sweetheart.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLj2iquOpJ_eaPugnco4xMr8UoC3RPfO657oCCl5zgwG8OhTysP8H-37PdK-RT0YGWEItlesPuJXtWNS13AQP_05rlrPkK30gt1XvXd3bfAtJLj_zBUvrJqbgU56OcETncmKP9786wgbuJ/s1600-h/1962+09+Kurt+%26+Susan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLj2iquOpJ_eaPugnco4xMr8UoC3RPfO657oCCl5zgwG8OhTysP8H-37PdK-RT0YGWEItlesPuJXtWNS13AQP_05rlrPkK30gt1XvXd3bfAtJLj_zBUvrJqbgU56OcETncmKP9786wgbuJ/s400/1962+09+Kurt+%26+Susan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276677804429071874" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6F2e3rXqVsp_t-7Y7_WP-H4o8VEsEUtzCXwvu21GskTTRuYO6ZwhAugrTBGqcSxToAjV0BRH6btUjuRetzJA2A9fSN60txKZks-tT12m41xC1yNUvYTwDzE0GHr6zz7dX9BzACNKcVWAx/s1600-h/1962+09+Kurt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6F2e3rXqVsp_t-7Y7_WP-H4o8VEsEUtzCXwvu21GskTTRuYO6ZwhAugrTBGqcSxToAjV0BRH6btUjuRetzJA2A9fSN60txKZks-tT12m41xC1yNUvYTwDzE0GHr6zz7dX9BzACNKcVWAx/s400/1962+09+Kurt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276092760250036402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">September 1962</span></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-85418929881790144062008-12-03T16:42:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:10:47.995-08:00Leonard & Padi Get MarriedLeonard and Padi were married on September 16, 1955, in Washington, Missouri. They are the <span style="font-style:italic;">cutest!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGrE6oOp5e1HYzunXp3IjXvgccCN7F8eDM_hcdgFZzkFp-1AYH91P_h_06Kn9MQs0WwOwb3lOjFb3euxQK49vAtZJx68NXvs-em0-ARvW36gJSJIGXEOIpZUMpU63I1EaGXOoxA_HjF273/s1600-h/1955+0916+Leonard+%26+Padi+with+the+garter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGrE6oOp5e1HYzunXp3IjXvgccCN7F8eDM_hcdgFZzkFp-1AYH91P_h_06Kn9MQs0WwOwb3lOjFb3euxQK49vAtZJx68NXvs-em0-ARvW36gJSJIGXEOIpZUMpU63I1EaGXOoxA_HjF273/s400/1955+0916+Leonard+%26+Padi+with+the+garter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275729350414161682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Leonard, Padi and the Garter</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlgJaeKaKa1Pxis6id2R1iO0lvdCmHBFyftv5aP1mBLyNGA1DbdmxLpcznf5ggS3CYDUzE0RmyJ1ZhMQxHBarItdOnk9AS4cvqc8ztNocnYZrZT_uU4a_OcZ5YmZsSMlNyfHsziofXjY8/s1600-h/1955+0916+Frances+%26+Marian.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlgJaeKaKa1Pxis6id2R1iO0lvdCmHBFyftv5aP1mBLyNGA1DbdmxLpcznf5ggS3CYDUzE0RmyJ1ZhMQxHBarItdOnk9AS4cvqc8ztNocnYZrZT_uU4a_OcZ5YmZsSMlNyfHsziofXjY8/s200/1955+0916+Frances+%26+Marian.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275729706368857986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Marian and Frances Drennen, Padi's sister and mother</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrOhpDRqZ9uEi8zN6z3-JX1Cv1AXH89tNsMf-UXQO8QSb2xwN4eC-qh6Ed7-T7QToo8zbiUIMY0fqDj-PbP-PxuEQal8pzCWiw5fg7gJmoPSN1E12NoP2SbfY0-tCctvNIgV4RYwmONgM/s1600-h/1955+0916+Anna+%26+Carol.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrOhpDRqZ9uEi8zN6z3-JX1Cv1AXH89tNsMf-UXQO8QSb2xwN4eC-qh6Ed7-T7QToo8zbiUIMY0fqDj-PbP-PxuEQal8pzCWiw5fg7gJmoPSN1E12NoP2SbfY0-tCctvNIgV4RYwmONgM/s200/1955+0916+Anna+%26+Carol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275729687227352914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Anna and Carol Mirtsching, Leonard's mother and sister</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mYKN1AF8NDSOLgfCozpYLXDIOZL7d_OBXBhRXSvrkNJ6Z3IKQwHAXwIdZGOqIBnI8_u2mTE2x9prIy2FGez6S0_zHq8e4TY4psDDN8T8NwiVAzpc9hJG8st_8n2C2wmWKpoYnQAReHGQ/s1600-h/1955+0916+Charles,+Anna,+Frances+%26+Thomas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mYKN1AF8NDSOLgfCozpYLXDIOZL7d_OBXBhRXSvrkNJ6Z3IKQwHAXwIdZGOqIBnI8_u2mTE2x9prIy2FGez6S0_zHq8e4TY4psDDN8T8NwiVAzpc9hJG8st_8n2C2wmWKpoYnQAReHGQ/s200/1955+0916+Charles,+Anna,+Frances+%26+Thomas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275729693358241970" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Charles and Anna Mirtsching, Leonard's parents, and</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Frances and Tom Drennen, Padi's parents</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjmf5Zc0HwuVmtNxx-I20kobYOAopsQbnJYBCeQYdPXu7XxJLfdPazlgQ7Je_v5sb1eAOuJkAH2eUtWAHGgxbdvgO1aWEmwmT_8Cuay3owrQQdbT_M5vipEcYxI81DK3jXBLeOB_-0yJRy/s1600-h/1955+0916+Carol,+Leonard,+Padi,+Tom+%26+Marian.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjmf5Zc0HwuVmtNxx-I20kobYOAopsQbnJYBCeQYdPXu7XxJLfdPazlgQ7Je_v5sb1eAOuJkAH2eUtWAHGgxbdvgO1aWEmwmT_8Cuay3owrQQdbT_M5vipEcYxI81DK3jXBLeOB_-0yJRy/s200/1955+0916+Carol,+Leonard,+Padi,+Tom+%26+Marian.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275729689967104706" /></a>Carol, Leonard, Padi, Marian, and Padi's brother Tommy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbBIuzIpGYwqurxBWYmrLOamGgESSuSi1i5WNouOo-Vwm3R0QBfnJoLL_HNhTTiYPttIGkK6m_0PDosJ5ZH2OC8k7iNQFXhRLIYwfC5jCqX1uwlakeVVt2X1jgM_HasXHs6T7KW0SnrjL/s1600-h/1955+0916+Richie,+Leonard,+Padi+%26+Joan+McSalley.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbBIuzIpGYwqurxBWYmrLOamGgESSuSi1i5WNouOo-Vwm3R0QBfnJoLL_HNhTTiYPttIGkK6m_0PDosJ5ZH2OC8k7iNQFXhRLIYwfC5jCqX1uwlakeVVt2X1jgM_HasXHs6T7KW0SnrjL/s200/1955+0916+Richie,+Leonard,+Padi+%26+Joan+McSalley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276678702963005218" /></a>Rich Wiedemann, Leonard's cousin and life-long best friend,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> Leonard, Padi, and Joan McSalley, a close family friend</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Q6MX-AVFi9Ec_J8cfim6fd2X6O_oV2IsLlZPvANftSWoX79Rjo9uJACde1YSUriiINDHaQXsp07FHPsZnk7edsVA4s8MTTGK-nlrCKORWEQEq-yCyQlJDBmRfUipiOFohPOBA5009Kr9/s1600-h/1955+0916+Leonard+%26+Padi+%26+rice.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Q6MX-AVFi9Ec_J8cfim6fd2X6O_oV2IsLlZPvANftSWoX79Rjo9uJACde1YSUriiINDHaQXsp07FHPsZnk7edsVA4s8MTTGK-nlrCKORWEQEq-yCyQlJDBmRfUipiOFohPOBA5009Kr9/s200/1955+0916+Leonard+%26+Padi+%26+rice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276680841382045922" /></a>Leonard and Padi and rice</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRe3VsXF37Lu9z2L7tXxhFCHRqZ9Xbioy05p7p82s1qLMmdH0FMILcqenuQxpL5hPqrGBoOGl8hpc1BOGGf7SiP7jX0lETo0g0DVWi4oe1xxd11PqERYaKf43-cR7gdQhvA5-A7wzqidBW/s1600-h/1955+0916+Leonard+%26+Padi+have+champagne.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRe3VsXF37Lu9z2L7tXxhFCHRqZ9Xbioy05p7p82s1qLMmdH0FMILcqenuQxpL5hPqrGBoOGl8hpc1BOGGf7SiP7jX0lETo0g0DVWi4oe1xxd11PqERYaKf43-cR7gdQhvA5-A7wzqidBW/s200/1955+0916+Leonard+%26+Padi+have+champagne.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276681391945755682" /></a>Leonard and Padi and champagne</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXwNhcitLkFi-wOKQdIyBA0r_JeNpVkehdX6-Tv3H5uhs6-dhzGxfbtNylWeW7dfNZm-HAEOA_1h1gTR0qAi6IizrMBXzR0H4atP5IO6QRpFpon1hEexHDxBGwd0OFohkx3ltBQj7wdOw/s1600-h/1955+0916+Padi+%26+Leonard+in+car.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXwNhcitLkFi-wOKQdIyBA0r_JeNpVkehdX6-Tv3H5uhs6-dhzGxfbtNylWeW7dfNZm-HAEOA_1h1gTR0qAi6IizrMBXzR0H4atP5IO6QRpFpon1hEexHDxBGwd0OFohkx3ltBQj7wdOw/s200/1955+0916+Padi+%26+Leonard+in+car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276682261793123602" /></a>Leonard and Padi and the getaway ride</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK77rp8sSoVRQSmgrDgE356aZOO-j1Gic_dPx1Cxi_MfMXKxuWch4Wf7TwTMq_wZ7XPFntVVABCsOfntlX0QV2uVal1yyXLDUw0f30jhD_K33bAeCtUqF5ihCGlgmHdxhSkOHmi9xSUPvE/s1600-h/1955+0916+Leonard+%26+Padi+kiss.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK77rp8sSoVRQSmgrDgE356aZOO-j1Gic_dPx1Cxi_MfMXKxuWch4Wf7TwTMq_wZ7XPFntVVABCsOfntlX0QV2uVal1yyXLDUw0f30jhD_K33bAeCtUqF5ihCGlgmHdxhSkOHmi9xSUPvE/s200/1955+0916+Leonard+%26+Padi+kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276483518138548930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Aww!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(Or, if they're your parents, Eww!)</span></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-24343217823886511452008-12-02T16:52:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:05:45.969-08:00Anna Rides in Paw Paw's Sweater<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7dEWB2bW-FOyF4Ctaq7vFqOG4EhTvMh8pORTSvJcEcwhoaZYKKRM3EnpJjJShJ48nJwAltjwXdga8EIGBhDdeH1hM3vvnas86xkro-h9tpe0OL6kmGPshJQ3r2lK1pT96rX_iwCLzSwk/s1600-h/AnnaM.motorcycle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275363574942317506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7dEWB2bW-FOyF4Ctaq7vFqOG4EhTvMh8pORTSvJcEcwhoaZYKKRM3EnpJjJShJ48nJwAltjwXdga8EIGBhDdeH1hM3vvnas86xkro-h9tpe0OL6kmGPshJQ3r2lK1pT96rX_iwCLzSwk/s400/AnnaM.motorcycle.jpg" border="0" /></a><div>This sweater was a very dark green and the collar, cuffs and wrists are bright orange. The whole sweater weighed about 25 lbs. It was given to me by my grandfather, Charles Mirtsching. He received that sweater from a girl friend who made it for him to wear under his leather jacket that he wore while riding motorcycles in St. Louis, Mo in the 20s. The story goes that Charles Lindburgh also rode with him and his friends because the clubs were all based out of Lambert Field in St. Louis. Paw Paw gave me that sweater because I was now riding motorcyles - the first of which was a 1950 800cc BMW followed by a 1970 500cc Triumph Trophy. I believe that in this photo I'm on my friend Lindy Fralin's BSA. I am about 20 yrs old - ca. 1980, Arlington, Virginia. Living in Key West, Florida 28 years later, I now ride a little bright green scooter. Ahhh - the years go by. Anna</div>Anna the Youngerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12219744554333277504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-86873303657151534532008-11-30T14:57:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:10:47.996-08:00Maw Maw & Leonard Pose with the RadioLooks like the Mirtschings got them a new radio! And not a moment too soon, since <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_War_of_the_Worlds_(radio)">Martians would invade Earth</a> just a week later.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfHfxHNfJAugbmsOAU-lPyjoyJmZu6wd2WWlKhS71SF32H9DjCZWtI-NML-u6dBf6KJpvDjcSpUrklr72sOHoDER5vUmmK331o-0SHs0y0SMkIcCPlcqg5t_IryamxFp7pI6rkPy13V-p/s1600-h/1938+1023+Anna+Leonard+radio.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfHfxHNfJAugbmsOAU-lPyjoyJmZu6wd2WWlKhS71SF32H9DjCZWtI-NML-u6dBf6KJpvDjcSpUrklr72sOHoDER5vUmmK331o-0SHs0y0SMkIcCPlcqg5t_IryamxFp7pI6rkPy13V-p/s400/1938+1023+Anna+Leonard+radio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274591064096700162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">October 23, 1938</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Ach, Collie, not now. I'm reading the paper."</div><div style="text-align: left;">"It'll only take a second. Just get down in front of it. There, now pretend like you're changing the station. Now look at me and smile. Smile, Anna!"</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Just take the picture, Collie."</div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-3943763190694900172008-11-30T07:16:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:10:47.996-08:00Leonard & Padi Go to the Marine Corps BallThe Marine Corps Ball, my parents always said, was better than the Navy Ball. For one thing, the highest level of formal dress was required. Which meant Padi could go all out. She made her own gown every year.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKrtGKSmV5AEWHK3Nuf83LH3t7cGbawCMadXbYehR-ErEA4p6cgTWjZU7m3M789-_h2hLUDGYGbgntxHCb8ruS0ZdpYiZ_hKO-Ubw1w-8cpsiMaVcdKU0RXCLg5bBO13iH_lmlS_3OhRW/s1600-h/1962+1110+Padi+Leonard+Great+Lakes+Illinois.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKrtGKSmV5AEWHK3Nuf83LH3t7cGbawCMadXbYehR-ErEA4p6cgTWjZU7m3M789-_h2hLUDGYGbgntxHCb8ruS0ZdpYiZ_hKO-Ubw1w-8cpsiMaVcdKU0RXCLg5bBO13iH_lmlS_3OhRW/s400/1962+1110+Padi+Leonard+Great+Lakes+Illinois.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274480331074393330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">November 10, 1962</span></div><br />Also, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chesty_Puller">Chesty Puller</a>, every Marine's hero, would sometimes show. According to Padi, "He was a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">character</span>. He was short, but he held himself like a giant -- he gave you that impression. For the Ball, he'd wear his glass eye with the Marine Corps emblem on it, which made it kind of distracting to talk to him."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHEwfwcloIfAXQ6Dbsohu45oCW-Z-XgaDzsnVaLq0X3qr8bQ6wHtnDY0yP07m5BReYqNXHF6AFSyhhC57Dmi6iUVDVyP-jkYhbrJFy2l6FZj937ZOKj1j8ut922JXS8CWccxQ9EMeeQIZ/s1600-h/1973+1110+Leonard+Padi.BMP"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHEwfwcloIfAXQ6Dbsohu45oCW-Z-XgaDzsnVaLq0X3qr8bQ6wHtnDY0yP07m5BReYqNXHF6AFSyhhC57Dmi6iUVDVyP-jkYhbrJFy2l6FZj937ZOKj1j8ut922JXS8CWccxQ9EMeeQIZ/s400/1973+1110+Leonard+Padi.BMP" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274471633934941474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">November 10, 1973</span></div><br />Holy cow, get a load of Padi's eyebrows. Eh -- it was the style then. <div><br /></div><div>Padi usually sold her gowns after the ball, but before this one went, I wore it as the queen in a high school production of Rumplestiltskin. Its bodice was purple, so I wore purple and white as the peasant girl who gets Rumplestiltskin to spin her straw into gold for her -- leotard and tights, peasant skirt, and clogs. This, without the nipples, would have been the general effect.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJKoUqwAMS6q-U2tLI1s3psmeYWK1_3NYuaOUWU3D3Wk5_FAlBgCkU97RfvVi5CabNRUwrRU_ANPx90bDAwcbllYZIoThXMAKmIpUGdx7WO03Qs1Oq-pRm_Cg0uDh7vt2Njs2bTdhjonw/s1600-h/makeitwithmademoiselle+1971.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJKoUqwAMS6q-U2tLI1s3psmeYWK1_3NYuaOUWU3D3Wk5_FAlBgCkU97RfvVi5CabNRUwrRU_ANPx90bDAwcbllYZIoThXMAKmIpUGdx7WO03Qs1Oq-pRm_Cg0uDh7vt2Njs2bTdhjonw/s400/makeitwithmademoiselle+1971.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274511143301855394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">from "Make It with Mademoiselle," copyright 1971</span></div></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-75923535490421545102008-11-29T14:16:00.000-08:002008-12-27T07:34:23.829-08:00Play, Interrupted<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsD8pOU60A9z79V_wXo8Z74e8wln-DBsartkGR1yLGlTM5hEergQ8JOrf16UNSY7c3KCwiU5tpq0HY1x0cFWD8RhgAO6RvbAE45bqo8EBd9NXM3wjN_-I6lBtQH0M-IDO4c0rW5CKFpZt/s1600-h/1960+Kurt+Anna+Susan.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsD8pOU60A9z79V_wXo8Z74e8wln-DBsartkGR1yLGlTM5hEergQ8JOrf16UNSY7c3KCwiU5tpq0HY1x0cFWD8RhgAO6RvbAE45bqo8EBd9NXM3wjN_-I6lBtQH0M-IDO4c0rW5CKFpZt/s400/1960+Kurt+Anna+Susan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284493562074567410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">1961</span></div><br />Kurt: What?<br /><br />Anna: Mine!<br /><br />Susan: Come <span style="font-style:italic;">ooooon,</span> take the picture.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-50002266566117695112008-11-29T13:41:00.000-08:002008-11-29T13:57:48.126-08:00All Hail the Old Timer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1vqchlgLNYOZ1YEZAapLIpDKd-MYRc7_JFhmyFdvJp4W2dnby0bsrEmoHU6O6NMRwEhuZ0ymgx4bY2ZBfdfkwc_ZkEut3u9bBlmvSXKEYA08QGN0RAJr_PwhAbnTXUFueE34Qz8gV0rdN/s1600-h/IMG_2555+30+percent.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1vqchlgLNYOZ1YEZAapLIpDKd-MYRc7_JFhmyFdvJp4W2dnby0bsrEmoHU6O6NMRwEhuZ0ymgx4bY2ZBfdfkwc_ZkEut3u9bBlmvSXKEYA08QGN0RAJr_PwhAbnTXUFueE34Qz8gV0rdN/s400/IMG_2555+30+percent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274200974658633858" /></a><br />"We bring you offerings of excessively stylish surfboards, O Ripped One. Teach us thy ways, that we may not grow pudgy with age, but be even as you are. Amen."Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-28913970573214753472008-11-28T05:44:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:10:47.997-08:00Leonard on the Open SeaA few months after I was born, my father went on a cruise of the west Pacific on the USS Helena. Here he is, a spanky ensign, with the watch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeDT8PPS8DMxQgTMUsdA5uMclLW93AjBa7DEpoEHScsOiCyJKgac_W3C9W6priG-sna93FbJPSOOnrvV7uHNZMfGRTbReU1jUdclGetVE7tgb_mVxbAsGlhKZqM6oR9LzxjY-BPn8eFh_/s1600-h/1957+0819+Leonard+Helena+30+percent.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeDT8PPS8DMxQgTMUsdA5uMclLW93AjBa7DEpoEHScsOiCyJKgac_W3C9W6priG-sna93FbJPSOOnrvV7uHNZMfGRTbReU1jUdclGetVE7tgb_mVxbAsGlhKZqM6oR9LzxjY-BPn8eFh_/s400/1957+0819+Leonard+Helena+30+percent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273705951255421762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">August 19, 1957</span></div><br />This photo is an enlargement of another that Leonard took of himself. On the back of the original, along with the usual date stamp, is his note: "Self timer on bridge -- sat camera on writing desk & let it click away -- I was actually on watch at the time."<br /><br />He apparently sent the photo (and probably others) home to his father, who made the enlargement you see above. On the back of this photo, my grandfather wrote: <blockquote>With the enlarger all the up, & the 2"in focal lenght lens on for enlarging .35 mm negatives, I made this blow up. Just to see what the grain would do, not bad at all, held a few feet away it looks real good. Ask your ships photographer to give you his comments. outside of a few dust spots.</blockquote>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-39175992026126540222008-11-28T05:10:00.000-08:002008-11-29T13:56:19.453-08:00"And No Man Could Head Me"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oDU8u4zJg5vCKhyphenhyphenIvnHB3wqPECpTv9IM6X4je8qM3ijayDkBYSppwWgQqJQvl7QJujNclCYRadcca-bb-NIFe7mnQJT6Vn2Ow_Or-_oWvJw6gEGxi3Y1mZvjWMWoF4MiDz7HAjELXMvN/s1600-h/IMG_0275+20+percent.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oDU8u4zJg5vCKhyphenhyphenIvnHB3wqPECpTv9IM6X4je8qM3ijayDkBYSppwWgQqJQvl7QJujNclCYRadcca-bb-NIFe7mnQJT6Vn2Ow_Or-_oWvJw6gEGxi3Y1mZvjWMWoF4MiDz7HAjELXMvN/s400/IMG_0275+20+percent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273696168600573442" /></a>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-1962143183690890262008-11-27T17:12:00.000-08:002008-11-29T13:57:20.118-08:00The Ambassadors of AgamemnonThis is from the first calendar I made, on the occasion of my friend John's 50th birthday. I turned 50 that year, too. One of the things you find out when you get old is that you've had your friends for a <span style="font-style:italic;">long</span> time. And by then, they more or less think the same things are hilarious that you do.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQL_DEvlNFOx5KOU4yfkRhevNN1nFoMLjJS528RC9tVvHdXx-Q9qAzRSEgXLi1DXg9lOqRXHsBUN6fhtL4X0HIrmAqMqRS_dPMicSAWO_XaAezc9FJtWWQSBfoY8sL9WuLrpIu0BJiJOc/s1600-h/IMG_0098+30+percent.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQL_DEvlNFOx5KOU4yfkRhevNN1nFoMLjJS528RC9tVvHdXx-Q9qAzRSEgXLi1DXg9lOqRXHsBUN6fhtL4X0HIrmAqMqRS_dPMicSAWO_XaAezc9FJtWWQSBfoY8sL9WuLrpIu0BJiJOc/s400/IMG_0098+30+percent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273522817173841170" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"The Ambassadors of Agamemnon Visiting Achilles," by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, 1801</span>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-80946417847164820252008-11-27T16:35:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:10:47.998-08:00Leonard Plays the Trumpet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRG3unncO0vrFRDUbV54s-XgfnPdtDcCeXd2YsMIinGQjhVRLd7iADNRGtlqND1KOg5Pb2h4ODYEVQUmmi-OCy4UXSt2zA_sm1S0WLu6Nw47hzbQHWUzaJmrRYTXhYPs40xxAv0Bk90yL/s1600-h/1958+10+Anna+Mirtsching,+Susan+%26+Leonard+with+Trumpet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRG3unncO0vrFRDUbV54s-XgfnPdtDcCeXd2YsMIinGQjhVRLd7iADNRGtlqND1KOg5Pb2h4ODYEVQUmmi-OCy4UXSt2zA_sm1S0WLu6Nw47hzbQHWUzaJmrRYTXhYPs40xxAv0Bk90yL/s400/1958+10+Anna+Mirtsching,+Susan+%26+Leonard+with+Trumpet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273507421320958962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">October 1958</span></div><div><br />Here we are, Maw Maw, me, and Leonard sitting on the floor -- something Mirtschings don't normally do. Leonard's all, Let's see if I can toot this horn like I did in high school, and gramma's all, Is that baby warm enough?, and I'm all, What?<br /><br />Dig the barkcloth curtains! A little bit of Hawaii in St. Louis, Missouri.</div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7846201254542292541.post-11084985059616056092008-11-27T07:38:00.001-08:002008-11-29T13:58:12.636-08:00Gay, Schmay<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfR21gaINa9cBl8DiyNfULJLa3jX6uSqfkeYcXrYFreP-_5sXqqCuOgzBIHPHEbkBlvCLIoWajzUJdqJsGL7A4yCr73UeAM2fL4aFUYcUKr7G4gF3r6c1kkcxTYeyq1xRWEReJV3fc1hD5/s1600-h/IMG_2389.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfR21gaINa9cBl8DiyNfULJLa3jX6uSqfkeYcXrYFreP-_5sXqqCuOgzBIHPHEbkBlvCLIoWajzUJdqJsGL7A4yCr73UeAM2fL4aFUYcUKr7G4gF3r6c1kkcxTYeyq1xRWEReJV3fc1hD5/s400/IMG_2389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273364508609515314" /></a>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05506103482971700431noreply@blogger.com0