It’s Throwback Thursday!

In honor of TBT, I’m going to have a little fun. First, with my dad and brother.


Two and a half years ago, my dad and brother were kind enough to drive across the country with me (and most of my belongings) in a moving truck. One morning, somewhere in Nebraska, we left our hotel to find that right next to it was a Sod House Museum, complete with the World’s Largest Plow (which was disappointingly small). Neither my dad nor my brother would put his face into the toilet seat labeled “just another pretty face” (worst photo-op ever?), but they were happy to pose with this fine painting. The highlight of the museum, for me, were the buffalo, horse and American Indian made entirely from barbed wire.


This was Christmas, 1977 or ’78. Julie’s and my silk jackets were the height of fashion. Santa knew what was up. Santa had also brought the car race track for my brothers, and we even let them play with it! The matching cowboy shirts the boys are wearing were made by my mom. They thought those shirts were the coolest things ever (we won’t talk about Julie’s cowboy hat, which was not).

That was fun. Kinda wish I’d brought some photo albums with me when I moved across the country, so I could embarrass more people.

Home Again

I’ve spent the past two weeks back home, enjoying my family and friends, and in just two more days, go back to the isolation of the big city. I haven’t spent a lot of time with a camera in my hands, but did make this image Christmas day. My brother’s lens, with the lights of the chandelier over my dining room table reflected in it.


Decorating for Christmas

A year ago, after having moved across the country just five months previously, we moved even farther east on Dec. 17. Our agreement upon moving was that we would return home for Christmas every year, which is how I found myself begging our daughter to have my brother help her move our 7 1/2 foot tree from its box in the basement to the living room upstairs. Neither seemed very inclined to help with the process, but as I was flying in on Dec. 19, and the tree is too heavy for me to lift, I begged and cajoled, and then my husband ordered her to make it happen. I assured her she wouldn’t have to help decorate – I’d do all of that – I just needed help getting the tree into position.

That is all a long story to explain how I came home to find this:


Darth Tree. Also known as “Darth Tree and the horse he rode in on.” It’s not a great picture, but there is the tree, as requested, with a Darth Vader mask my brother wore in the ’70s, my daughter’s light saber, and at the bottom, her old stick horse. Those two really had to search the archives for this one. And since you asked, yes, I did leave it exactly like that, and was happy to check “decorate the tree” off my long list of things to do.

While they were going through the Halloween stuff, they also found an old skull:


To this, they added a light-up Santa hat headband, and light-up glasses purchased at an Elton John concert.

How lovely to come home to a fully-decorated house, and not to have to worry about decorating after packing, moving, unpacking, then flying cross-country. I haven’t moved this year, and I don’t expect similar decorating assistance, but it’s fun to imagine how those two would decorate this year.

What items do you have packed away in storage that some silly person might use to decorate your home for the holidays? Any silly decorating traditions?