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I don’t know about you, but some of my most poignant shots end up being the ones I’ve taken with my phone. The phone is with me more than my “legit” camera, so it’s the go-to for the simple but wonderful moments in my life.
The title of this post has nothing to do with my photos. But, I was down at my parents’ house today which always puts me in a reminiscing mood. So, though my post today includes pictures of my time with them, you guys also get to hear a story from my childhood.
When I was in 5th grade, we moved to a new town. My new math teacher’s name was Mrs. Greene, and every Friday Mrs Greene would put problems on the board and if you knew the answer you were supposed to yell out “Friday! ” However, I didn’t hear the directions correctly, so, on the 5th day of my 5th grade year in my new school, when I knew the answer to one of the problems, I did not yell out “Friday.” Instead, I yelled out “Fried Egg.” Mrs Greene laughed. And then she laughed some more. And then she asked me to repeat what I said, and once I said it, she laughed some more. I’m not kidding when I say that the word Friday as well as the words “fried egg” make me cringe every time I hear them still today. It’s so fun to be a new kid at school when you’re 10. It’s even more fun when you are humiliated in class. (And by the way, I got the answer wrong as well as yelling out fried egg)
Anyway, on to the snaps. My parents have these coffee cups. They used to belong to my mom’s parents when they were alive. When I was a kid, I remember the adults sitting around their 50’s metal table with the vinyl chairs drinking coffee and laughing. I love that now I get to sit with my mom and dad (and even sometimes my girls) and drink coffee with the same cups. And this next photo is a celebratory photo of a rare event in my home. This is the breezeway, and for about one day every four months, the horizontal surfaces aren’t covered in a hoard of shoes, hats, mittens, backpacks, band instruments, band hats, purses, tripods, coats, step ladders, items to be returned to stores, piles of laundry, mosquito repellant, sunscreen, and snow pants. I felt triumphant yesterday. (even though most of it is now shoved into a closet)
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