Monday, April 25, 2011

one toe in

tiptoeing back into blogland.

pretending it hasn't been almost a year since my last post.

ho-hum.

giving up capitalizing so it will seem less daunting.
(as if pressing that dreaded shift button is oh-so-cumbersome)

giving up posting only photos with good clarity, exposure, color, contrast, white balance, bokeh, blah blah blah....this is my family blog and who the hell cares but me...no one.

giving up editing my writing...it's as-is, people.

ok....i just backspaced and cut-pasted.

damn. will need to work on that one.

acting as though i do this blogging thing every week...while simultaneously trying to remember how to even post a photo on here.

yikes.

Easter weekend at mom's...she made such a fuss to make everything fun and crafty and memory-making.

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i love when she does that. :)

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i love my family. i know everyone doesn't get along with theirs, and many people dread family get togethers.

i got very, very lucky in the family department. they are my favorite people in the world.

how amazing is that!?

the weekend was filled with some good cousin memory making. since we all have one boy and one girl, we are determined to give our kids a good dose of same-gender interaction. (code for: i wish katie had a sister, and jordan had a brother...but that would mean four kids and that ain't happenin')

enter cousin time...aka, the best brother and sister bonds i could ever hope for...

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engrossed in TV...Happy Easter
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katie: "this huge chick on the table is kinda creepy and freaks me out"
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and can i just say how proud i was of my boy this weekend??

ok...i will.

jordan is 15.

freshman in high school.

thinks he's super cool.

ATTITUDE.

eye rolls GALORE

he also happens to know everything, so don't even TRY to tell him different.

he made the varsity lacrosse team this year, so that makes it even worse.

in a word, he's JUST....SOOOOO.....COOL.

i brace myself for his teen attitude-eye roll-why do i have to hang out with these people even though i know they love me-IT'S ALL ABOUT ME, MOM......vibe.

well, even 15 year olds can surprise their mamas, apparently.

he smiled. he shook hands. he answered questions with eye contact. he engaged in conversations with the entire group. he smiled at his cousins and even played wrestle-catch-swimming with them. he stayed in the same room instead of curling up with his ipod in a quiet corner of the house.

these are big things in teenland.

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as for the easter rituals, i figured he would be too old or just plain disinterested.

surprised there too...hmm.

my boy colored eggs like he was performing a science experiment.

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if it didn't happen on facebook, it didn't happen.


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and then it was back to this sight...around noon or so:
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can't have it all, I guess. :)

xoxo
jc

Monday, September 13, 2010

Hyatt Happiness

we go every summer.  for 7 or 8 years now...we can't remember.

it's a weekend of laughs-tears-stories-more-laughs-get-on-each-others-nerves-just-a-little-bit-because-we-are-family-more-smiles-belly-laughs-stay-up-late-talking-lounge-by-the-pool-lazy-river-and-just-be-pampered...weekend.

this year it was wedged firmly between family vacations, sports schedules, home renovations, baby showers, home relocations, and the upcoming birth of Baby Grady.

it almost didn't happen.

but we made it happen. 

(disclaimer...the following pictures are posted with no particular rhyme or reason...and with very little commentary because a)I am very tired from Hyatt weekend and b)have also been told by above family that sometimes gets on nerves that I "need to post more" and not worry about writing.)

Here ya go, bitches...(aka mom, molly, and kelly)

Love you more than words.

Hyatt Weekend 2010...

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this is the most beautiful lobby in the history of hotel lobbies.  no question.
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this girl...at 37 weeks pregnant...was a trooper.  Even though she doesn't care for that word...she was.
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we didn't play checkers...but I love that we could have.
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poolside view...People magazines...lively banter...HEAVEN.
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and...HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOLLY...

you make 40 years of life look pretty damn good.

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mom can't believe her "baby" is so grown up. somehow I can relate. :)
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and can I get a whoop-whoop for the random, cheerful man who wore these shorts on September 11th, and seemed to love parading them around the pool area??? we loved him for that.

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thank you to the hubbies at home...who cheerfully "daddy" our kids and truly enjoy spending time with them alone...we are lucky to have you.
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xoxo
jc

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

I cherish my childish loves...
the memory of that warm little nest where
my affections were fledged. 
                                                                       ~George Elliot





Waseca, Minnesota.


Population 9,611.

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a little slice of Americana heaven...and a blessing to me.

Just the mention of the town...like when our family gets together and someone says "remember in Waseca"...and my heart floods with images, memories, stories...that make up the fabric of who I am....

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Memories.

the train that went by our house every morning and every night

hopscotch in the basement next to Dad's workbench...on the floor that had the coolest checkerboard tiles

holding molly by her feet as I dangled her happy body down the laundry chute...and getting in HUGE trouble for that.

going for walks to "The Little Store" for penny candy

picking dandelions and blowing them into the wind

4th of July picnics and fireworks at Clear Lake Park

searching for four-leaved clovers in the backyard...and finding some

having to wear a snowsuit under my Halloween costume

sitting next to Mom on her sewing bench...examining her busy hands stitch badges onto my Brownie sash

Red Rover

playing circus as I walked along the entire length of the top of the red fence that enclosed our backyard

jumping that fence to pick fresh raspberries and rhubarb from the neighbors' gardens...eating our treasures from under the stream of a garden hose...everyone had gardens and everyone shared.

dancing in mounds of fall leaves

see-saws

walking down the basement stairs on my hands, head first

sneaking down those same steps on late nights, spying on babysitters....or even better, wild parties thrown by mom and dad. the sounds of loud music, shouting, and belly laughter were those I had never EVER heard from any grown up I knew. I still wonder about those parties...hmmmm

dad's keg of beer on tap behind the basement bar

dad stretched out on the yellow couch in the basement, wearing huge headphones, belting out George Jones songs so loud you could hear it from the kitchen upstairs. 
(I think this may be keg related, can't be sure.  I was only a kid.)

climbing to the very top of the front yard tree...clinging to the tallest branches as I stuck my head through the top....so I could see down the entire street. 
what a sight this must have been.   a thick, huge leafy tree... with a child's head stuck out of the top.

endless hours of Hide-and-Seek...in a house that was truly meant for playing Hide-and-Seek

bananas and cream

sitting inside my dad's car as he washed it...listening to the sounds of water and sudsy sponges splattered against the windows, as I played Olivia Newton John on his 8-track

Mom's garden...eating fresh green beans from our backyard

shucking corn with the family on the back porch...peeling the thick leaves back, releasing the wispy fibers to float across the yard

the first day of Kindergarten with my metal Scooby Doo lunch box.

badminton in the back yard.

sitting under our fragrant lilac tree and reading Nancy Drew.

the red and white striped swing set.

riding my bike so fast down the hill that my pedals couldn't keep up with the speedy wheels...so I just kicked my heels out and held on for dear life.

birthday parties...Mom went out of her way to make each one special, complete with a homemade bunny cake and always, ALWAYS a game of clothespin and musical chairs

countless trips the library...where I learned how to use the card catalog system, with tattered cards held in the small mahogany drawers I just loved to open and close.  Finding a book was an adventure.

throwing Christmas paper into the fireplace to make cool colors

sitting with Mom at the kitchen table...learning a love for arts and crafts...she seemed to be able to make everything.  still does.

walking to school every day...over the railroad tracks, down the hill, past the park, and down the street. 

walking home from school in the winter and feeling the loud crunch of the snow under my boots with every step.

my yellow-gold, sparkly banana seat bike.  emphasis on the sparkles.

family bike rides...Kelly on the back of Mom's bike, Molly on the back of Dad's, and me on said banana seat

biking to Dairy Queen, eating creamy cones with sprinkles, then heading off to the pastures to visit cows.  Dad would "moo" at them...and they answered.  Hysterical.

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Mrs. Monty

sledding down the hill at the end of the street for hours...until Moms called us in at dark

running all the way home from first grade to see my new baby sister Kelly...I still remember being amazed at how pink and squishy she looked

sharing a room with Molly, convincing her to stay up way too late to play "bicycle"...which eventually erupted into a fit of giggles, getting in trouble, spankings, and guilt that I made her break the rules.   I always did it again.

long drives to Grandma and Grandpa O'Reilly's house in Minneapolis, dreaded only because that meant we had to wear seat belts, which seemed like forever...turns out it was only an hour

TV shows in the basement...only 4 channels.....Mary Tyler Moore, Happy Days, Little House on the Prairie, Sesame Street, The Bugs Bunny Show, and Zoom

South Side Elementary...Mrs. Klomp, Mr. Homer, Mrs. Brecke, and Mrs. Miller.
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Childhood friends...I remember their faces now like it was yesterday...Michele Berg, Tammy Lykken, Amy Prescher, Ann Klugartz, Mike Muedeking, and Bobby Kubat

playing on the railroad tracks, hearing the train coming, and ducking for cover long before it arrived...because that train held bad guys, fairies, princes, monsters...or whatever character played a pivotal role in our games that day.

walking across the tracks to feed horses handfuls of grass and flowers...their large, graceful bodies would meander over to the fence when we approached.

coming home each night, filthy and exhausted from a full day of outside play, welcomed with a hot meal, sudsy bath and bedtime stories.

If it sounds idyllic......it's because Waseca, Minnesota really was.

and I am so grateful.

We lived there until I was nine.  Nine years of that friendly, small town, simple life, everyone-knows-everyone.....goodness.

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I still remember hearing the news that we would be moving...dad was getting a new job at some dreadful place called Motorola and that meant we would all be moving to some place called Florida...which further meant I would have to leave my friends, my school, my neighborhood...

and my home.

I didn't want to go.  I fought the move.  I cried.  I begged.  I didn't want to move away from everything I loved to everything I didn't know...and it didn't help matters that my nine-year-old brain was convinced for some reason that kids in Florida went to school under Chickee Huts on the beach and wore loin cloths...hoo boy.  My poor parents.

Turns out that the tipping point to get Little Miss Resistant on board was just two little words:



Disney World.



Fast forward 33 years...

We went back home.  Mom, Molly, Kelly and me. 

Back home to 805 5th Avenue South East.

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and not only did we visit our childhood home, but we were blessed enough to be welcomed inside by one of the nicest, sweetest souls I will ever meet.  Neil and his family have lived in our house forever too...and love it just as much.  He took the time to show us every room, tell us every story he could think of, and he listened intently to ours.  Bless his heart.

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As we walked slowly across the lawn, under the trees, through the backyard, through the front door, and inside every room...

I felt a flood of endless memories...over and over...ones that I had tucked away for years but had always kept close to my heart.

To most this is just another house...

for me..........it is HOME.

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and remember the laundry chute??
enter exhibit A:

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exhibit B:
(how did we ever fit her body in there?)
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view from my bedroom window was still the same, sans red fence...
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mom and dad's bathroom...I knew they were going out on any given night if my mom had blotted her lipstick on a  crumpled up tissue, located somewhere inside here...
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and the basement...oh, that wonderful basement.
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it was nearly identical to my memories...

and the familiar, comforting scent of knotty pine nearly knocked me over with memory overload.

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the original barstools...there they stood...
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and the magical checkerboard hopscotch floor next to Dad's workbench...

there it was, staring back at me, as if to say...do you remember me?

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even the sauna Dad built was still standing...I remember him downstairs in the basement working for hours, days, months on his special project...until finally it was done. 

Dad built a sauna in our basement. 

Saying that aloud seems so bizarre (who builds saunas in their house??), but back then, it all seemed so normal.  Ha.

He even displayed a sign, all official-sauna-like. 

Use at your own risk, people.

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back outside...I didn't want to leave.
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to a view of our next door neighbors...The Shumachers house...where we spent endless hours...
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and the tree....THE TREE.

the best climbing tree ever invented in the history of trees.

(well...it will always be my favorite anyway)
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This is a tree I could hug.
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with the best view of Waseca from here:
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Thank you to Neil, and the entire Dickie family, for allowing us to visit "our" home one more time.  There are no words to describe the magical day you gave to 3 Waseca girls and their Mom.  We will never, EVER forget it.
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One of the most comforting things about going back home was meeting Neil...such a good soul, who lives in the house that was so good to us....and he loves and takes care of that sacred house just like we would.

I feel so blessed for that day.  Somehow, strangers who grew up in the same house, loved it the same, and met in the most random arrangement of events have been bonded together in a very special way.

A sign inside 805 5th Avenue SE says it all:
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Home...

it really is where your heart is.
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xoxo
jc