THE SONGS OF A NIGHTINGAIL

¯ Let me call you sweetheart, I’m in love with your automobile. Let me hear you whisper that you’ve gasoline in your machine. Keep the headlights glowing, and your hands upon the wheel. Let me call you sweetheart, I’m in love with your automobile. ¯ My husband’s grandmother, Lillian ‘Ross’ (Pringle) Brasier at the wheel of hers & her husband, Harry’s, new car.  Harry was a new car salesman, so they always had the latest in new models. Here the family poses around yet another new car. And I believe this is the car in which they drove from Toronto to California round about 1924-25. A friend of my husband’s decided to get into the ‘antique car’ fun with this beauty.  I belive it’s a Model T, but I’m not sure.  He and my husband are squeezed into it.   I don’t imagine it would be very comfortable on a long trip? It has a “rumble seat”. J My youngest sister models my brother’s ’56 Chevy.  I never had a car of my own before I was married, but he let me drive his car for 3 months whi

  Me on my little red tricycle with my brother in 1945. A few years later Santa brought my brother his own blue trike, and my younger sister, a little kiddie trike in yellow and red.  Santa brought me dolls and books that year. My son trying to ride his red & white tricycle in the snow.  He needed chains. J You’ve seen this snap before  - the Christmas eldest daughter decided Santa had brought her the “Big Wheel”.  The doll & cradle were surely for someone else! She did eventually get her own 3-wheeler, however, as did younger daughter seen here on her brother’s first tricyle.  In fact both daughters, in turn, rode that small trike.  It held up well.  Meanwhile, their brother was still whippin’ around on the “Big Wheel” which made a terrible racket rolling on cement or pavement.  We were so glad to have him graduate to a bike except then, of course, we worried about where he was riding it and how carefully? Talk about big wheels!  A three-wheeled water trike got a trial here w

  I had to share these pictures with you.  This is a little 11-day old pigmy goat kid.  It was born early and the mama’s milk hadn’t come in yet so she couldn’t nurse it.   So the gal who owns the goats has been hand feeding it and it’s doing remarkably well.  I had the chance to see it because I was getting a pedicure and my pedicurist works with the gal who owns the goats and this little guy was in a box next to her work station.  The box is 2 ft. tall, but this little dickens can already jump out of it.  He’s not been walking all that long, though, and the floor is a little slippery, so often when he’s gamboling about his legs slide out from under him & he flops down, then gets right back up and continues bounding around – his little tail shaking back & forth as he goes.  He is soooooo cute!  His name is Zeke – short for Ezekiel.  My daughter was with me and took the pictures.  :->

  My family liked to picnic in the snow.  This was in 1961 at Heavenly Valley ski resort, Lake Tahoe.  Sandwiches and hot chocolate!  L-R: youngest sis, brother, me, middle sis, and Mom.  Dad was the photographer. Another year (1964) we were headed home from a weekend family trip to the snow looking for a nice spot off the road to have a picnic lunch when it started hailing like crazy.  So we had our picnic lunch in the car! 1967 – yet another picnic in the snow.  My Mom’s choice of seat was the garbage can!  Next to her is her mother, my Grandma Louise.  Next is me, and then my youngest sister & her then boyfriend. No longer in the snow, but not all that warm as it wasn’t quite summer yet at New Brighton Beach (CA).  But we picnicked gamely before searching the beach for interesting driftwood. Mom & Dad So now we were at the beach in the summer of 1962 on Stinson Beach.  It was often windy there and sometimes not all that warm.  On this day we were sitting behind the sand dun