Monday, April 28, 2008
The Sandbox
I guess I was born attracted to sand. My mother grew up in Florida. I have lots of relatives in Florida and the south. My grandparents (Bobbie and Pa) had a sandbox in their back yard, built especially for me. I shared it with my cousins but always considered it mine. This photo is my hunky dad and me on the beach. I believe it's circa 1966.
Last week I had lunch with a very talented writer. I used to work with him in my corporate life. His grasp of opportunities and technology inspired me. It also made me want to throw my head in the sand.
Labels:
beaches,
Dads,
mother's advice,
sand,
technology,
writers
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That is one of my favorite pictures. Too bad you couldn't make it bigger.
Love,
Mom
I double clicked the photo to enlarge & see it better. Awe! No wonder it's a fav with Sandy! You are both adorable. I love that you have coordinating stripes. Also that you are sitting like such a little lady (still one of your favorite poses)and that you are giving you Dad your complete attention. Too Cute! Remind me next time I am over & I will show you how to get the pictures to size better.
I was just playing cribbage and having a conversation about your dad.
love this picture.
Thanks to all of you helpful people, the photo has been enlarged.
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