Flashback Friday..."We're going to Disney World!!"

Looking forward to hearing the Hayden Disney Review and seeing some new pics.

The last time I was at Disney these shorts were in style and okay to wear in public!

I think the only other time that I was at Disney was with Mom and Dad.

I remember Mr. Toad's Wild Ride and It's a Small World. Where we got stuck in a boat for a long time. Stuck in a boat with Bob Vandercar. Stuck in a boat with Bob Vandercar and "It's a small world being sung over and over and over and over again. Stuck in a boat with Bob Vandercar and "It's a small world being sung over and over" and long enough for even a kid under 10 to see that it's just machines moving the same motion over and over.

Maybe I should have gone again to get that song out of my head!

Anyway, here's some more vintage Disney...

I know there is more...just have to do more digging!

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Did I make this story up about getting stuck in the "It's a Small World ride?" How in the world did Mom ever make it thru Disney world? A lotta walking...yet it seems like we were all on this ride together. Dave, Patty? were you there? Anyone? Memory Keeper is failing. However, I do remember all the words to "It's a Small World." Afterall.

Flashback Friday...Valentines times 35.

These two have celebrated 35 Valentine's Days as their anniversary!

I'm pretty sure it was all smiles around the Hoshaw house last Sunday nite as they watched their lives flash before their eyes in a video the kids put together.

If you haven't seen it it...I'll leave the Flashbacking up to the Hoshaw kids.

Go to Sarah's (or any of the Hoshaw's facebook pages) and watch their anniversary video.

Great job, kids!

Flashback Friday...Charlotte, Stories and Time

Tomorrow I will go to the Celebration of Life of Charlotte DeKock.

You may not remember meeting Charlotte, but let's see if I can help you make the connection.

Charlotte was my mom's first cousin.
Their moms were sisters.

If you are older than me, you may remember Charlotte as your teacher.
She taught at Center School and Hebron for years.

If you are my age or my siblings age, you might remember Aunt Helen and Uncle Bush Doyle who lived in Hebron, next to Aunt Jess.
Charlotte was their daughter.

If you are my age or one of my older nephews or nieces, you might remember Sally Allen, a teacher at the Middle School and Lowell High school.
Charlotte was Sally's mother.

If you live in Lake County, you might know these landmarks along 173rd (the road that Susie, Elden, Mike, Patty and Dave have all called their address over the years). The "Brown House" and "Golden Eagle Farm?" Charlotte was the owner.

(and if you are my Dad, you will remember Charlotte's family as your landlord...as Grandpa & Grandma Vandercar lived on and farmed the Doyle farm at one time).

As the list of connections grow, you can imagine that there is a lot of life to celebrate.

DeKock, Charlotte of Hebron, IN, passed away on Monday, January 31, 2011 at Oak Grove Nursing Home in Demotte, IN. Charlotte is survived by her son: William (Sandra) Knarr of Kokomo, IN; grandson: Timothy (Dionne) Allen of Indianapolis, IN; nephews: Bernie Doyle, Patrick Doyle, and Jeffrey Doyle of Hebron, IN; great-nephew: Andrew Patrick Doyle; great-niece: Kara Jane Doyle; step-daughters: Mary Stiles of Greenfield, IN, Kathryn Searle of Orem, UT, and Helen (Max) Fishero of Hebron, IN; step-grandchildren; step-great-grandchildren, and step-great-great-grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her first husband: Harry Dale Knarr; second husband: J. John DeKock; brother: James Doyle; daughter: Sally Jane Allen. Charlotte spent 29 years as a public school teacher at Center and Hebron Schools. She traveled throughout the United States and the world both in her early years and continued exploring into her 80's. She was well liked in the community where she lived her entire life and was known for her love of reading books, passion for watching Chicago sports teams and tennis and her generosity to all whom she met. During her life she was a member of the Hebron United Methodist Church and the Range Line Presbyterian Church as well as several local women's groups. A Memorial Service will be held on Saturday, February 12, 2011 at 1:00 PM at Geisen Funeral-Cremation & Reception Centre (NOTE: NEW LOCATION-2 blocks east of Broadway) at 606 E. 113th Ave., Crown Point, IN. Friends may visit with the family on Saturday, February 12, 2011 from 12:00 to 1:00 PM at Geisen Funeral-Cremation & Reception Centre. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be given to The Hebron Public Library. Sign guestbook or view directions at www.GeisenFuneralHome.com. 219-663-2500. 


I was sad to hear the news of Charlotte's passing.
Sad to see another family member leave us.
Charlotte was quite a character and a real lady.
She was always interested in my work overseas and was very generous in her support of my work and various other causes. When I went to work at the bookstore, a whole new topic of conversation came up as to what I was reading and what was next on her book list.
I was sad to know that I will not see her lovely smile or hear her laugh again.

I also felt sad that I had let her down.
I remember saying goodbye to her at Sally's memorial service and she said to me "Don't forget about me!" I knew what she was saying, but I turned it around and made it about her and her unique personality and told her it would be impossible to forget someone like her. I knew what she was really saying was "don't forget to come visit me."

And I did visit.
Every time that Aunt Mary would come to Indiana, we would go see Char.
The last time we called, she wasn't up for a visit, but we all chatted on the phone. She told me next time call a few days ahead and she would be ready for me. But time flies....

Last September Jane and I talked about needing to go see Char to show her some pics and get some stories down...
but time flies....

and now, I'm so very sad that time flies....
and with time....all those stories of that very full life she lead have flown away with her.

And oh the stories!
I am just now realizing that Charlotte was 9 years older than my mom.
She knew EVERYONE...on my mom's side of the family.
She knew my grandparents. My Great Aunts. My Great Uncles. My Aunts. My Uncles. Even little Winfred. She would have been there. For everything. My mom's birth. Aunt Mary's birth. Grandpa Bryant's Dillinger story. Births, weddings, funerals. All of it.

And if you don't believe me ask Aunt Mary (another lady with a lot of stories) who wrote this memory on Char's memorial page guestbook:

"Seventy-five years ago Charlotte was teaching the 5th and 6th grade classes at Center School in Eagle Creek township. I was in the second grade and I did not like school or my teacher. I think I was quite a problem. For punishment my teacher would make me sit out in the hall. If Charlotte saw me she would come and get me and take me to her classroom. There I could sit with my older sister, Helen Jean. Thanks to Charlotte, my cousin, I survived the second grade." Mary Lou Ann Bryant Cobb If I'm reading Aunt Mary's story right, that means Charlotte was my mom's teacher and she knew my mom when my mom looked like this: Oh, the questions I have! Oh, the stories, untold. The older I get the more I realize I may be too young for this memory keeper gig. If I had only known what questions to ask when so many of the story tellers were still with us. But I was a surly teenager and then a young adult, absorbed in my own life. And all that time, time was flying. Now, I am trying to make up for lost time. Looking, listening and writing it all down....but time flies. God Bless you Charlotte. You were always kind to me. You, your smile and that laugh will be missed.

A Song for a Tuesday Morning

Lyrics to this version:

Precious Lord, take my hand, 

Bring me home through the night, 

Through the dark, through the storm, to thy light. 

I have been to the mount, 

I have seen the Promised Land. 

Precious Lord, precious Lord, take my hand. 

Precious Lord, Take my hand, 

Bring Thy child home at last, 

Where the strife and the pain all are past. 

I have dreamed a great dream that 

Thy love shall rule our land. 

Precious Lord, precious Lord, take my hand. 

Precious Lord, take my hand, 

Take Thy child unto Thee, 

With my dream of a world that is free. 

For that day when all flesh joins the glory 

Thou hast planned, 

Precious Lord, precious Lord, take my hand.

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This was recorded the morning of Mom & Dad's 50th anniversary party.

Our family and the church and choir had just heard that Uncle George had died in the early morning hours.

Flashback Friday...It's a small world after all.

I've always read Verna and Shel's blogs.

But since James, Shel and Eliza have been in Korea,  I have really enjoyed reading and watching both blogs, along with Shel's Facebook picture posts.

Shel has always done a great job posting lots of pics and since going overseas, it has made us feel like she is right next door instead of half the globe away.

When Shel came home for her visit, it was great to see their reunion posted on Verna's blog and that because of Skype, Eliza knew and remembered her Nana and reached out for her on sight.

It was even more great to see Shel and Eliza in person at Sunday dinner.

Watching Shel and James have their going away party, packing, saying goodbyes, and going on this venture has reminded me of another young kid, who took off into the wild blue yonder some 23 plus years ago.

Leaving home to go to Romania

At the airport

Saying goodbye and boarding the plane.

Watching Mike and especially Verna has made me realize even more what my Dad and especially my Mom went thru the year that their baby was an ocean away.

When I went overseas there was no email, no cell phones, no internet, and to make things worse, I was in a Communist country where we were likely to be followed, watched and listened to while calling on payphones and have our mail read. Fortunatly, one of the guys on our team was on a scholarship and we could send and receive letters that wouldn't be read thru the American Embassy.

Needless to say it was a long year.

And lots of days, Home felt a million miles away.

London, Paris, Rome......Lowell.

I know, as do all involved, that no matter how easy it is to communicate...

that when you are homesick, sick or just plain tired of being away...nothing can take the place of being HOME.

But...man...Skype, email, facebook and blogs...sure do help in easing the distance.

Just the fact that Eliza reached out to Verna, is worth it's weight in bandwidth and the cost of computer gear and the frustration of figuring it all out.

I have marveled and continue to be amazed at how crazy different the world is post internet. Turns out Disney had it right, "It is a small world afterall."

I wish for my Mom's sake, that all this technology would have been available for her.

I think it would have saved her a lot of worrying, gray hairs and weight loss.

I too, came home mid point for a break.

Before I got home, I started warning mom that I had lost a lot of weight. I flew into Midway at night and while I was still on the plane, I saw Dad thru the airport window. But as I came thru the gate, I could not believe what I saw when I looked at my Mom. I had thought they would be worried about the weight I lost, no one warned me about how much weight Mom had lost! I know it was a hard year for her and I regret the time away from her and the hours she must have spent worrying. 

I learned a lot during my time overseas. I am a different person for having lived in a different culture.

I'm still glad I did it, but there is nothing that can replace the time that is lost from not being with the ones you love. I wish I had that time back with my parents.

I am glad James and Shel are getting this experience and they too, will be different people for having living overseas. 

But I am sure glad that the world has gotten smaller and that all this amazing technology is letting them be where they need to be and serve where they need to serve, and yet, be "Home" with us at the same time. (even if it is just on our computer screens : )

the things we do for love

justagirlon105 in or around 1976

Yes.

It is what you think it is.

No.

I'm not a Packers fan.

My relationship with professional baseball is simple.

I am a Cubs fan.

My relationship to professional football is and always has been a bit more complicated.
My young life and choice of colors was influenced by having a crush on a Packers fan and feeling the need to dress to impress.
Hence, the Packers gear, which my mom (or someone) bought for me without questioning my choices (that I remember, anyway).
It was puppy love and all my efforts got me nowhere with the aforementioned Packer Fan.

My current life is filled with walking (or really driving) a tightrope that is stretched between a city and BOSS that are Colts fans and a Home and Family that are Bears fans.
I usually cheer accordingly, based on which direction the car is pointed.
But I will have you know, when it came down to that one Super game...I said

"Go Bears."

There is my photo confession.
Please forgive my folly.

Bear Down...until next year!

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It IS quite possible that this is a Steeler's jacket. But, I'm pretty sure it was Packers...but the pic looks sort of black and gold. Can't make out the logo, to be sure.

What I do know for sure is I loved that dog, prolly more than I loved the Packer Fan : )

Flashback Friday...Who was Chuck?

Here is why I accomplish and complete

NOTHING.

On the Fixing Vandercar front, Sandy gives me a new assignment for my apartment (long story there), to start in my storage space downstairs.

I grab the first box and it is full of slide trays:

This SHOULD be an easy box to get rid of, because they are not my slides.
They are not mom and dad's slides.
They are not your slides.

They are Chuck and Ruth Benbow's slides.

Several days later (since I brought the box upstairs),
and a couple (ahem, four) hours later (that I spent looking at the slides),
and a google search and 100 sites and more hours later,
I found what I think is an address for Chuck and Ruth's son.

But, in all this meandering (and NOT working on the storage space)...
I have more questions than answers.

Mainly...

Who was Chuck Benbow?

Here's what I do know about Chuck.

1. He was a friend of my dads
2. He and my dad could have passed for twins, having the same haircut, body build and wardrobe.

3. He was married to Ruth.

4. He hung out at the Log Cabin
5. He lived in the small house next to Ellis' house.
6. He seemed to care about us kids a lot (from all the pics I can gather).

7. He had a great smile, a sense of humor and a ready laugh.
8. He was a good golf teacher.
9. He and Ruth moved to Florida.

10. According to Ruth's obituary, they had a son Bruce of Naperville and a daughter, Dorothy Gergely of Crown Point.

My main memories of Chuck are of him teaching me to golf.

I am still unclear as to what possessed my dad to by a thirteen year old girl a set of golf clubs, even tho she never expressed an interest in golf. I remember mom smiling and saying..."they are from your dad" and coaxing me out of my bewilderment (I'm sure all I wanted was a Fleetwood Mac record) and on to saying "thank you." I now realize that he was retiring and was making an effort to spend time with me (which now, breaks my heart a little, especially to know, how I scoffed at the idea of golfing).

When it came time to the actual golf outing, it was Chuck that took the lead. He was a member at Curtis Creek in Rensselaer and I can remember looking to dad for instructions and he said Chuck's gonna teach you...cause all I'll do is teach you how to slice it to the right.

And Chuck taught. He seemed to absolutely not mind having a kid who never held a golf club in her life. I'm sure I slowed down his game and enjoyment of the outing, but he never seemed to mind at all. I would give the world to be back on that golf course again, between those two friends. But this silly girl was more interested in driving the cart, then listening what those two had to say, let alone asking the questions that I didn't know then that I would have now.

The other main memory is Dad showing up with several boxes of darkroom equipment. Apparently Chuck and Ruth had found out that I was taking an interest in photography. Chuck showed up with an enlarger, timer, easels and all kinds of darkroom stuff. All they asked was that I use it and enjoy it. He said that Ruth always wanted to have a darkroom, but that the chemicals weren't good for their septic system. I set up a darkroom "behind the shelves" in the basement and spent hours down there. I used it for several years. Some of that equipment is in that storage space.

Which brings me back to the slides.
I am 90% sure that with the darkroom equipment, they gave me a slide projector and this box of slides.
But looking thru the slides, I don't see them in any of them. There are slides labeled "Charlie" with a man that could be Chuck's dad?? and there is one slide of an older lady that looks a little like Ruth. The slides themselves are pretty retro fantastic. Imagine my gasp of delight when I realized that "our trip from our place to utah to..." was taken in a Gold Station Wagon pulling a silver Airstream!

But, not seeing Chuck and Ruth in any of the slides, I'm not sure if they came from The Benbow's or if they came from Dad's "junkyard job." (which is another basement/garage story in and of itself).

I found a listing for Bruce Benbow in Naperville and am thinking of writing to see if he is Chuck's son and if he can confirm the names on the slides as relations. And to see if he is interested in the slides (see Sandy...I'm getting rid of things in my storage space).

But this brings me back to my question.

Who was Chuck Benbow?

Why didn't we know his kids or did we?
How did he know dad?
What did he do for a living?
Where was he from?
Who are his parents?

I would have asked him myself while we were golfing, but I was too busy being a thirteen year old teenager.

Please send answers if you can.

Survey

I am having fun with the new 365 project...which I've started calling

Today's yesterday 

Have you had a look?

Scanning film takes FOREVER and at this rate, I'll be done scanning 30 years of film when I'm 101.

Here's my question.

I like the photoblog site, because it puts everything in calender  format.
I had no problem posting pics when I was doing my picture a day project cause most of the pics were random shots.

I'm feeling a little uncomfortable putting these more personal shots up there everyday tho because of stories like THIS , where a family ended up having their faces spread across a grocery store ad without them knowing it.

I've thought of moving the project over to this blog, but there will be other stuff that breaks up the "continuity" of the 365 project.
I don't want to "lock" the site down, cause I want you be able to see them without registering to  yet another site.

I don't like facebook, cause I like pictures on a black background. (I'm picky like that).

What say you all?
They are pictures of you and your kids. Do you fret over this as much as I do?
I guess if you put them online they are public.

Susie says I'm over thinking.
who me, overthink?

Any suggestions?

What does the survey say?

Flashback Friday...Sons of Worley

I was sad to hear that the Moore family lost another member this week.

Terry Moore was Junior's youngest brother.

I mostly got to know him thru shared events that focused around Janet, Junior and Darold's life. I saw him mostly at birthday parties, car shows, races and later on, visiting Junior in the hospital.

I remember Terry as a kind man who liked to tease Janet's shy baby sister.
Even tho I was just a kid, he always took the time to talk to me or try to get me to smile or laugh. As I grew up, I enjoyed his stories and watching him interact with his family.

He was a character in his own right, but what I remember most, is the way that these brothers played off of each other when they were all together.
Each of the Moore men are very unique people, but put them together and you have

The Sons of Worley

It would be a great sitcom or at least a very amusing radio talk show that would run the gambit of such topics as cars, beer, cars, truck driving, cars, family, cars, traveling, cars, kids, cars, drag racing, cars, motorcycles, cars, unions, cars, home improvement projects, cars, pets, cars, wives, cars, grandkids, cars, memories of Lydia and Worley, cars and more cars. (can you tell these guys liked cars? : )

 Wilcus had already moved to Texas by the time I came along...so most of my memories are of a combination of two or three of the brothers together.

What I liked most was just listening in on their animated chats, as Mick brings up the topic, Junior asks questions, Terry talks fast;  Mick raises the bar or plays the devil's advocate by contradicting, Junior talks louder, Terry talks faster...repeat this cycle until the case of beer is gone or the race is finished or the car show is over...

I will miss the above "movie moments" when they were all together "shooting the bull" like that,  the
most.

Thanks Terry, for always being kind to me and for being a good guy.

Love,
Janet's baby sister.

Flashback Friday...Memory Keeping.

The New Year.

Lots of buzz about resolutions and projects.

Several people asked if I was going to do the 365 project (take one photo everyday) again.

I contemplated it and am not against it, it's just that I have SO MANY pictures already and haven't done anything with them.

I am a memory hoarder.

I do not apologize for this. I am not ashamed.

I love being a Memory Keeper.

I like being able to match a face to a name. A picture to a dot on a map. An item to a word in the dictionary. Even better, if said item has a sentimental value attached to it. Each snapshot is a movie in my head. A paragraph in a book. A link to the past and gives hope and meaning to the future.

I have thousands of pictures from the days of film. Not to mention the photos from our family's archive, dating back to the 1800's. These need to be seen. To be shared. To be marveled upon and enjoyed.

So, I'm back with a 365 project.

It will be 365 scans to be (where able) paired with 365 digital shots.

The goal is to stir up the stories. So feel free to comment and share your memory.

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Won't promise that they go up on a daily basis...but here's where they will be posted:

365 memories

same time next year

Remember the 

365 Project?

I finally posted the last picture of 2009.

Steph ended up being the most faithful with her garden blog.

I would love to see that made into a flip book.

And Shel has been posting all this year.

And there are several friends that want to make another go of it.

If you want to join up here's the link to the

365 Project Facebook Group

I haven't committed to a photo a day yet.

But I am planning on 

365 Scans

so hopefully we will see some more Flashback Friday material come this way!!!

Flashback Friday...Moore December.

December.

Nothing will take away the memory of cold December mornings.

But here is a warm memory from another day in December.We love you Moore Family.

Flashback Friday...SureShots

Two SureShots

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Be careful out there!

Flashback Friday...the meaning behind the meal.

I can't count the number of meals that I sat down to eat at this table.

And after sharing our version of comfort food and what we thought was normal everyday food, I found out that "normal" people think meals in the Vandercar kitchen were a little odd.

Okay, well, whatever.
But, I will admit there was one combination that even though I loved, I never really understood how the two went together. It was the nights we would have grilled cheese and homemade cocoa made on the stove.

Mom would use velveeta for the sandwiches and try as I might, I can never get it to be as gooey and smooth as hers. She would make hot chocolate on the stove and all I remember is a lot of stirring and that it tasted sooooo much better than any mix out of packet ever could.

I was always a little grossed out, cause Dad would take his grilled cheese and dip it in the cocoa.

But, I guess, with all the other combinations of food we had, I never thought to ask why we were the only ones that I ever knew of that ate these two things together.

Fast forward to 2001.
My mom has been gone for 2 years and I'm beginning to see how the rest of my life is going to be. The older I get, the more questions I have. Not big ones. Just simple ones. Where did you get this watch? Why did you say this phrase (Home again, Hooligan)? Who gave you that plate? Some questions so simple that only she would ever know the answer to.

I am interviewing and video taping my dad for his 80th birthday video. He answers most questions by shrugging his shoulders and nodding yes or no...real captivating material! We are talking about his time as a POW. He as usual, does not have much to say. He tells me what they ate. He tells me that they slept on wood bunks and shared blankets. He tells me about a radio that they hid in the latrine. I ask him what the May 8th was like, the day that the war ended. He tells me that they woke up and all the Germans were gone and the gates were open. He tells everyone wanted to go across the street to a barn where they knew the Germans were stockpiling Red Cross packages, but everyone was afraid that it was a trap or a trick that the Germans were playing. He tells me that the trucks come and give them the good news that the War is over. He tells me that they were given their first real meal and they all thought they would eat and eat and eat, but they could hardly finish one sandwich cause their stomachs had shrunk so much. I ask him what they were fed. He tells me "grilled cheese and hot cocoa."

Ding.
The dime drops.
I have a huge smile.
The strange combination finally makes sense.

For as long as they were married, my mom lovingly made and fed my dad the Victory Meal that reminded him of one of the happiest days of his life.Dad with fellow POW's

I believe this is at the camp that they were sent to after their release...to rest and recover.

So, I thought on this day after Veteran's Day and 2 days after their anniversary, it was a good time to make me a little grilled cheese and learn how to make hot cocoa on the stove.

It tasted just like home.

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How did mom make the cheese so much more gooey?
And yes, that is a plate from your childhood.

For you and for me....

A Veteran
is someone, who at one point in their life,
wrote a blank check payable to the USA for an amount up to, and including,
their life.
Thanking my Dad
and everyone who has made this sacrifice for you and for me.

The Future

On November Tenth

they married and faced

this
future.

Flashback Friday...Jump back.

I've been taking pictures a long time.

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I saw this post in my head...even before I clicked the shutter.