The woman in the photos is me, when I was in my forties. One photo has me sitting at the sewing table making the'eskimo ceremonial robe', as my dh calls it, and in another photo I am wearing it.
As for Florries suggestion to use buildings for kids who don't have much photos, I think that is a great idea. Sometimes these kids feel like ghosts, as if they don't exist because they feel so lacking in history, so buildings are an easy way to ground them. Thanks Florrie.
I am still wowed by this memoir. Is the woman in the photos on the right hand page Laura Lasher, or an older picture of you? If it's Ms. Lasher, it might be worth it to write a little caption under just one of the photos to identify her, just to clear up this tiny little confusion. I love the photos of all the buildings from that time of your life. I was helping someone with a life book on here not too long ago and found a guide that recommended using photos of buildings to help document memories for kids who didn't have a lot of pictures.
Blackberry Days And Stormy Nights *** Ray and Laura Lasher’s Foster Home nestled deep in the Catskill Mountains in Westkill, New York, far away from my family. I lived with the Lashers from May 1965 until November 1966. It was the happiest time of my childhood. I loved Ray and Laura and I know they loved me. The happiest times of my youth were spent with them. *** I attended Hunter Tannersville High School and was on the honor roll the entire time. *** Ray and Laura were good parents. Their house was always orderly. They fed us well. They taught us a lot. They were very wise. They taught me to believe in myself. The Lashers had a big garden that extended from the garage to the creek. It provided every vegetable and much of the fruit that went onto our table. They had a berry house, completely screened in, to keep the birds from stealing raspberries. Each girl had some gardening chores. I liked picking peas in my bare feet, in the early morning dew. In the hottest part of the day they would send us children to the creek for a swim. In the evening we sat on the back porch, preparing vegetables or fruit for canning, and singing hymns or talking. *** On the fourth of July, we went blackberry picking on Beech Ridge, and had a delicious blackberry cobbler. *** Laura was a 4H leader. She taught me to sew and sent my work to the county fair, where I won lots of blue ribbons. I wish she could see the woman I’ve become and the kind of work I am producing now. I’d like to show her the Eskimo Ceremonial Robe I made in 1994. I wish she knew that, without her, I wouldn’t be the woman I am. *** I’d like to thank her. ***
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June 19, 2006
June 19, 2006