THE SONGS OF A NIGHTINGAIL

  We tend not to save faulty photos, or use means at hand to tidy them up so I didn’t have all that many “in the way” photos to share, but I did find a few. Smoke gets in your eyes.  The smoke from our little picnic fire hid my brother wearing a dark shirt in this 1953 photo. In 1954 Mom was taking a picture of me, my Dad, my two sisters and brother posing atop Sonora Pass on our way from Pinecrest Lake to Lake Tahoe, not realizing the film used to take the photo before this one of me getting a haircut, had not been rolled forward resulting in a double exposure with my haircut getting in the way of the Sonora Pass photo, and that photo getting in the way of my haircut!  Whoever was taking this picture got in the way, via poor camera centering, of our heads in this 1957 photo taken during a car wash to raise funds for our youth group. If it weren’t for my youngest sister’s head in the way, I might be able to tell what I was serving the family for dinner in my apartment for...

  First, we need to go to the grocery store to purchase all the ingredients for our Thanksgiving dinner.  It appears we will at least have milk and coffee. Dad will make his fluffy, extra creamy scrambled eggs for Thanksgiving breakfast. Sis will make her special pumpkin nut bread for the occasion. Mom will make the pumpkin pies.  I like mincemeat pie with hard sauce too, but no one else in the family likes it, so unless I make my own, I never have any.  My Grandma Louise also makes a yummy molded persimmon pudding with lemon sauce. Once the pies are in the oven, Mom will chop up the celery and onions to go in the stuffing for the turkey sitting on the table behind her waiting to be stuffed. And when it’s done roasting, Dad will take the perfect turkey out of the oven. When dinner is served, Dad will take the perfect picture of the Thanksgiving table before we sit down to eat While Dad’s taking the perfect picture of the Thanksgiving table, some of us will hide in th...

  It appears the main characters in the prompt picture may have resided in an apartment building where they were allowed to dry their laundry on a line from one part of the building to another as this photo demonstrates. Here’s a good load of clothes drying between buildings. The drying wash on the line here is a little more complicated or, as my daughter would say, WOWSA! I wonder if the one towel being blue and the other, pink, meant anything? Looks like folks were out enjoying the water in lifejackets with beach towels to dry off on. Laundry day here included hanging sheets out to dry.  I used to love the fresh smell of sheets dried in the open air.  Unfortunately, where we live now, hanging clothes out to dry on a line is not allowed. If you live out in the country, however . . . . . . or by the water’s edge, perhaps you could still enjoy that fresh ozone scent on your sheets & pillowcases. Or maybe on the Isle of Iona in Scotland, walking toward the Abbey, you mi...