Gonna take a few days off.
Wednesday, August 27, 2025
Tuesday, August 26, 2025
Room Divider
Room Divider
Monday, August 25, 2025
Remember the milk man?
Sunday, August 24, 2025
Badminton?
Badminton?
Saturday, August 23, 2025
Taffeta
Friday, August 22, 2025
Thursday, August 21, 2025
This one Easter...
Wednesday, August 20, 2025
Pianos
Pianos
This picture was taken around 1957 -- it looks like Ricky is about 1 year old. This was our piano. We pretty much always had a piano in the house, wherever we lived. My mother played and started teaching me to play when I was pretty young. At some point I did start taking piano lessons, after we moved to Hartford. I can't remember my piano teacher's name, although I do remember approximately where she lived. I wasn't a very good student. I could play all right, but I didn't practice much. And I would forget (and so would my mother) when it was time to go to my lesson. One time we had forgotten so many times in a row that when I got there I found another student had taken my place! I think we had forgotten to go to my lesson for something like six weeks in a row. I was very embarrassed, to say the least. I had to sit through that other kid's lesson before my mother came to pick me up. (I don't really understand why there didn't seem to be any communication between my mom and my piano teacher. We did have a phone... and I assume the teacher had one, too, but maybe not.) Well, anyway, I think I stopped taking lessons from her. Mom had lots of music at home, so I continued to play and she would answer whatever questions I had, so I did still make quite a bit of progress with my piano playing.
I took lessons from a different teacher for about a year, sometime during my junior high or high school years. We lived in town then, and I could walk to her house for my lessons. By the time I got to college I could play fairly well, and I continued taking piano lessons for those years as part of my music degree. I never was a really good piano player, though. I could read music and play it, but I couldn't improvise or play by ear. I never did learn to "chord" with my left hand, to accompany the melody. (Should have found me a Baptist or Pentecostal teacher.) I didn't have a natural gift for it like my mother did.
I had a vague notion of giving piano lessons while I was raising my children, but it never did pan out. After we moved to Alabama (my sons were age 5 and 2) I didn't have a piano in the house any more. I did teach elementary music at a local private school for one year, and played piano for the folk-dancing class there. That was fun. But after that I never really played any more, and, sadly, I've lost whatever skills I ever had.
Tuesday, August 19, 2025
My Second Birthday
Sunday, August 17, 2025
Me and the Darryls*
Saturday, August 16, 2025
Captain Kangaroo
Friday, August 15, 2025
Belly Button Baby
Thursday, August 14, 2025
Tricycle and Overalls
Tuesday, August 12, 2025
Union and Division
This is the back door of our house, and the back door of the garage. We had a nice big yard in the back and on the side of the house between us and the house next door. We used to set up a badminton net and play badminton in the side yard. There were a couple of little old ladies who lived in the house next door and they were scandalized whenever we would be outside playing badminton on a Sunday. (For you young ones who don't remember the olden days, Sunday was supposed to be set aside as "the Lord's day" -- not a day for recreation.)