Who is this woman?

This is a picture that I found in my Aunt Dot's photo album.  I know everyone in the picture except one lady.  I don't know the year, but my grandmother looks like she might be in her 70's, so maybe 1970's.  I also don't know whose house they were at.

From left is my grandmother Lucy Wait, my dad Dave Waite, my aunt Lucy Hubbard (my grandfather's sister), ???, aunt Lucy's son Bob Hubbard and daughter Nancy.

I have asked my aunt Dot and my aunt Esther if they knew who this lady is.  Neither one remembered.

I'm wondering if it was uncle Harold Wait's wife, aunt Tilly but I really don't know.

I guess now I'll never really know.  I wish I had paid more attention to details when my grandmother was alive.

****Update - In a Messenger text with Greg Hubbard in February 2015, I sent him this picture and asked him if he knew who this woman was.  He said that he was not 100% sure but he thought that it might be Aunt Marion Crawford (my grandfather's and his grandmother's sister).

Photo Booth Fun

Yesterday Marley was fooling around with Photo Booth on my iPad.  We sure got some laughs at the pictures she took of herself.

She probably won't be happy seeing them on a scrapbook page, but my motto is, If you take it, I will scrapbook it.  LOL!

Throwback Thursday - Older four generations - 1950 (Ramsdell)

I have blogged about four generations before, here and here.  This is another, older, four generation picture.

The baby is Paul, his mother Priscilla, her father George, and his mother Grace.

I feel so fortunate to have this picture.

I remember the picture behind them hanging in Priscilla's mother's bedroom after she moved in with Priscilla, Fred, and Paul.  I know that I have seen this picture recently; I think it is in Priscilla's sister Margie's house.

Mason's New Haircut

Mason got his hair cut last night and because I was watching Miriam, I was one of the first to see it when Janelle stopped in to pick her up.

I love it!  Of course trying to get a good picture was another story!

(Have I mentioned how much I like the Project Life App?)

My Grandmother's Attic

Today I came across these two pictures of my Dad.  

The first one was taken some time when he was in the Navy obviously.  I have no idea when or where.

I have no idea when or where this one was taken either.

I used to love my grandparents' attic.  So much old stuff up there.  

I used to keep all of my dolls up there and would pretend it was my "house."  My cousin and I would spend hours up there playing dolls.  In the summer it was oppressively hot, and in the winter it was freezing.  We didn't care.  It was our "house".

I found my mother's wedding dress up there and my aunts'  bridesmaids dresses from different weddings that they were in.  

There were a lot of old telephones and a Morse code transmitter (my grandfather used to work for Western Union).

I remember when I found my Aunt Ettie's braids.  Her real hair braids.  They were in some kind of bag and I remember being freaked out touching the hair while pulling it out of the bag.  I can't imagine what that haircut looked like.  They must have just cut the braids off for them to still be intact!

I found my father's old Navy uniform and letters that he had written to my grandmother while in the Navy.  I wish I had those now.  They probably got tossed when Dot and my grandmother sold the house and moved into a condo.

There were two huge pictures in very ornate frames up there.  One was the picture of my Dad on the tricycle, and the other was of Dot when she was a child.  Dot never liked her picture and at some point took the picture out and put dried flowers in the frame.  My Dad liked his picture and eventually took it to his house, probably when my grandmother moved.

I was 29 when Nan and Dot moved, lived in a brand new house, and never thought or cared about all that old stuff anymore.  Paul brought home some of my grandfather's tools and the old telephones, but most of the stuff in the attic got thrown out.  Maybe it's a good thing; one can only keep so much. What I wouldn't give to go back up into that old attic again though!

Throwback Thursday - Remembering Billy Pentz

Last week our church family lost one of its long time members and a personal friend of ours, Billy Pentz.

This picture of Billy (bottom left) was taken with his family in the 1950's.  Happier days.  

His family was close friends of Paul's family.  Paul's parents knew them from church in Quincy, MA before either family moved to this area.  

His death was unexpected, only being in his 60's.  A reminder to never take anyone for granted.

Can I brag a little?

Marley brought her report card over to show us today.  I'm so proud of her!  She is so self-motivated for which we are all thankful because, really, how do you get a child to be motivated who isn't?  I'm not saying she is perfect, but, in her grandmother's eyes, she's pretty darn close!