THE SONGS OF A NIGHTINGAIL

  As sometime happens, I had two completely different ideas for this Saturday's post & couldn't decide which one to post , so posted them both.  This one contains  teasers to help you decide what you'd like to read.  ;) "A Rogue by Any Other Name" "Avenging Angel" "The Redemption of a Cad" "The Ruse" "The Turn of a Card"   "Meet Me at Midnight" "The Debacle" "The Betrothal" "Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?" :-> La Nightingail

  Reading the names on the Vietnam War Memorial in Washington, D.C. My Grandma B (Bradley) reading outside on what appears to be a lovely day as the sun is shining and she’s not wearing a sweater or coat. My husband’s mother reading outside on a lovely spring or summer day. My Mom reading a magazine as she walks to work in San Francisco in 1937.  Dad took this picture of her as a way to meet her. J My middle sister reading the newspaper in camp at Lake Tahoe with a friend reading over her shoulder in 1964 My eldest daughter reading on the deck of our rented Tahoe cabin in 2009. Me, reading on the beach at Tahoe. Let’s go in side now.  A young Daisy May Elizabeth Young (one of my husband’s grandmothers) reading something with, I believe, her sister looking over her shoulder. My husband’s Dad reading whatever it is he’s reading for work in a Pasadena newspaper office in the early years.  Look at that phone! Winter, 1964 – My brother reading the paper in our cozy rented...

  My husband’s grandparents, Harry & Lillian Brasier with their family posed around the newest family car at the time.  Harry sold new cars so the family always had nice ‘wheels’. My paternal Grandma B (Bradley), with my aunts Harriet, Frances, Ruth, and my Dad in 1919 posed by the family car. My Dad with his own car in 1935.  I believe that's Mt. Shasta behind him. My Grandma Louise posed by her 1940-something Chevy.  Later she owned a sharp ’53 aqua blue & white Chevy Bel Air. Me, my brother, and middle sister, Easter, 1947, standing in front of our family’s 1942 Pontiac sedan. Dad by our 1955 Ford Country Squire station wagon – packed up and ready to head home after two weeks of camping at Lake Tahoe.  I learned to drive in this car. J My brother posing with the family’s 1959-60 Ford Country Squire. Talk about posing!  My middle Sis being silly beside the ’59-‘60 Country Squire in 1963 My youngest Sis posed on my brother’s ‘new’ car – a ’56 Chevy...