Christmas at the farm, three siblings and a cousin, the kid’s table. So many people, we were relegated to a small bedroom adjacent to the living room. I still have that doll.
December 8, 2025 at 1:15 PM
Christmas at the farm, three siblings and a cousin, the kid’s table. So many people, we were relegated to a small bedroom adjacent to the living room. I still have that doll.
Farm life in difficult times
December 7, 2025 at 12:13 PM
Farm life in difficult times
The look on their faces makes me smile. Especially the children.
December 6, 2025 at 1:02 PM
The look on their faces makes me smile. Especially the children.
Another treasured photo from the farm. Three sweet girls, cousins, wearing what look to be lovingly sewn homemade dresses, grow up to be three strong, intelligent, compassionate women that make their family proud.
December 5, 2025 at 1:18 PM
Another treasured photo from the farm. Three sweet girls, cousins, wearing what look to be lovingly sewn homemade dresses, grow up to be three strong, intelligent, compassionate women that make their family proud.
Another photo that travelled across the ocean with my Swiss grandparents in 1929. The traditional male dress of the people of the Caucasus symbolizes their fight for freedom.
December 4, 2025 at 1:00 PM
Another photo that travelled across the ocean with my Swiss grandparents in 1929. The traditional male dress of the people of the Caucasus symbolizes their fight for freedom.
I wonder who this little charmer is. I really have no idea, though I do see a family resemblance. All I know for sure is that this portrait was taken at a Lyceum Studio which operated between 1936 and 1949 at 290 Portage Avenue in Winnipeg and ...
December 2, 2025 at 1:47 PM
I wonder who this little charmer is. I really have no idea, though I do see a family resemblance. All I know for sure is that this portrait was taken at a Lyceum Studio which operated between 1936 and 1949 at 290 Portage Avenue in Winnipeg and ...
#SundaySentence (s)
But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another.
Cat’s Eye
~Margaret Atwood
But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another.
Cat’s Eye
~Margaret Atwood
November 30, 2025 at 11:16 AM
#SundaySentence (s)
But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another.
Cat’s Eye
~Margaret Atwood
But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another.
Cat’s Eye
~Margaret Atwood
I’ve had this photo for some time, but it’s only now that I know who this child is. Her mother, Minna Geissbuhler, was step-sister to my maternal grandmother, Emma Locher Ammeter. This little girl is Annie Minna Geissbuhler Huntington, born on December 20th, 1923 in Lafayette County, Wisconsin.
November 30, 2025 at 12:16 AM
I’ve had this photo for some time, but it’s only now that I know who this child is. Her mother, Minna Geissbuhler, was step-sister to my maternal grandmother, Emma Locher Ammeter. This little girl is Annie Minna Geissbuhler Huntington, born on December 20th, 1923 in Lafayette County, Wisconsin.
Another photo from the collection I inherited from the family farm, though I don’t know how this sweet child is connected to my family. The name Fritz Geissbuller is written in tidy script on the back. Olson - Darlington, Wis. is etched in block letters on the front.
November 29, 2025 at 2:13 PM
Another photo from the collection I inherited from the family farm, though I don’t know how this sweet child is connected to my family. The name Fritz Geissbuller is written in tidy script on the back. Olson - Darlington, Wis. is etched in block letters on the front.
I wonder what they were talking about.
November 27, 2025 at 7:46 PM
I wonder what they were talking about.
I’ve just started an embroidery project and plan to include this little piece of magic made by an auntie who left us many years ago.
November 25, 2025 at 5:10 PM
I’ve just started an embroidery project and plan to include this little piece of magic made by an auntie who left us many years ago.
Wedding portrait, Republic of Georgia, Ancestors whose names I don’t know
November 23, 2025 at 9:03 PM
Wedding portrait, Republic of Georgia, Ancestors whose names I don’t know
November 23, 2025 at 6:42 PM
November 23, 2025 at 1:30 AM
I wonder about the wisdom my ancestors would’ve shared about what’s happening in the world today if they could’ve seen into the future.
November 22, 2025 at 2:29 PM
I wonder about the wisdom my ancestors would’ve shared about what’s happening in the world today if they could’ve seen into the future.
#BlueSkyWeather
#FirstBirdOfMyDay
Blue Jay methodically collects peanuts laid out in a row on a morning that knows winter will soon sing her song.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay
Blue Jay methodically collects peanuts laid out in a row on a morning that knows winter will soon sing her song.
November 17, 2025 at 3:13 PM
#BlueSkyWeather
#FirstBirdOfMyDay
Blue Jay methodically collects peanuts laid out in a row on a morning that knows winter will soon sing her song.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay
Blue Jay methodically collects peanuts laid out in a row on a morning that knows winter will soon sing her song.
#SundaySentence
His brushwork and the vividness of his colors had intrigued me, but I had never imagined his pictures to be of ghosts.
No Longer Human
-Osamu Dazai
His brushwork and the vividness of his colors had intrigued me, but I had never imagined his pictures to be of ghosts.
No Longer Human
-Osamu Dazai
November 16, 2025 at 1:24 PM
#SundaySentence
His brushwork and the vividness of his colors had intrigued me, but I had never imagined his pictures to be of ghosts.
No Longer Human
-Osamu Dazai
His brushwork and the vividness of his colors had intrigued me, but I had never imagined his pictures to be of ghosts.
No Longer Human
-Osamu Dazai
A show about grieving I was watching expressed the idea that though we may be separated from someone we love for whatever reason, we can still talk to them in our hearts every day. Our lost loved ones are always there. Somewhere inside my heart is the place this poem comes from.
November 9, 2025 at 2:41 PM
A show about grieving I was watching expressed the idea that though we may be separated from someone we love for whatever reason, we can still talk to them in our hearts every day. Our lost loved ones are always there. Somewhere inside my heart is the place this poem comes from.
Spent my morning making breadsticks
November 8, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Spent my morning making breadsticks
A little like in my life, the painting I set out to create is always different than the painting I gradually see in front of me. But still, each butterfly in this jar represents someone who is special to me and that is more than enough.
November 7, 2025 at 6:05 PM
A little like in my life, the painting I set out to create is always different than the painting I gradually see in front of me. But still, each butterfly in this jar represents someone who is special to me and that is more than enough.
When I moved away from my family home years ago to start my own, I made a recipe book of magazine and newspaper clippings. This was my favourite page.
November 5, 2025 at 4:45 PM
When I moved away from my family home years ago to start my own, I made a recipe book of magazine and newspaper clippings. This was my favourite page.
A gift from my generous gardener neighbours
November 3, 2025 at 6:07 PM
A gift from my generous gardener neighbours
