more shadowbox fun

We waited not very patiently for Bailey to text his parents and fiancé that his delayed flight from Iowa to Arizona had finally boarded. Each of us “waiters” had our own reason for wanting him to hurry home from college for the Thanksgiving break.

Of course I wanted to see him, but I had already waited a few months for the moment he and Sarah would open the special Sudie’s Corner creation — a shadowbox reproduction of their engagement scene.

You might remember last July when I wrote about this event. Susana, of Sudie’s Corner, agreed to put her artistic abilities toward this project of recreating the engagement scene as a tangible reminder for the lovebirds.

As with the shadowbox she made for John and Erin, featuring the home they were about to leave, Susana patiently back-forthed with me to get all the details right.

Can you see Sarah holding her diamond ring? And how cool it was that Bailey included his sisters in the surprise!

I was beside myself when it was time to pick up the masterpiece! Seriously. Have you ever met anyone as sappy sentimental as I am?

But I had another reason to eagerly anticipate Bailey’s arrival. Susana had made another shadowbox—this one for Quinn.

You might have some idea how much I love this picture of Quinn being thanked by these moms who receive the benefit of her work with diapers and formula for the… Babies of Juarez. So this became the basis for a shadowbox for me to gift Quinn to honor her good work.

Those ever-present sunglasses atop her head had to be part of her peg-doll image.

The shirt and even the tattoo were added too.

Susana worked really hard on the mamas and babies, having never painted people before this.

And yet . . . look! Isn’t it just grand?

So many people help with the ministry of Babies of Juarez — Dusty and all three kids and friends who shop for bargains — I couldn’t choose, so Susana suggested she find some small wood pieces and paint them as diapers and formula.

“Find some wood pieces” sent me upstairs to my stash of grandkid toys to find these treasured blocks from my kids’ childhood. I sent her this picture of Ben, then took a selection to her home studio only a few blocks from our house.

She thought these would be perfect.

Voilà! All varnished and ready to go!

Yet another masterpiece ready to pack away for our Thanksgiving travels to Arizona . . . all wrapped up and now waiting for the late arrival of Bailey Anderson.

Finally!!! Here’s Bailey and Sarah’s first glimpse. I could hardly contain myself.

All of the “subjects” present to share in the discovery.

And yes, there it is—my ridiculous grin.

Then Quinn opened hers and my heart was bursting all over again. It’s the price we sappy sentimentalists pay.

Seriously! How much can one mom/Gus take? Note the dog’s interest? She’s wondering when Susana will make her a shadowbox. . .

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Susana featured Quinn’s shadowbox on her Facebook page. Check it out!

And here’s her Etsy shop. She has a website too, where she shares her story, but last I checked it was “down.” But just in case it opens for you, here’s the link.

Instagram is another place to follow her. Find it HERE.

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new mexico

If I didn’t write about our post-Juarez New Mexico road trip, despite its misordered timing, I wouldn’t have any record of it and I’d have a bunch of lost and lonely photos with no story, no closure. We can’t have that, now can we? So . . .

Why would I start with a picture of our Carlsbad motel-room door? Um, would you believe it’s the first one I took after waving farewell to the team in El Paso? 

We had a short, beautiful drive to Carlsbad, but somehow missed the turnoff to the caverns 20 miles earlier. It’s a national park, for crying out loud! How could we miss that? Oh well, at least we found our motel, exorbitantly priced given its proximity to Carlsbad Caverns. So we stayed put.

But after a good night of sleep and a tasty breakfast we decided to skip the caverns in favor attending worship at Oasis Church.

The worship singing portion and pastor’s intro to communion lasted a full hour, so at a shift in the service we made a discrete exit. 

A pretty exciting road trip so far, eh? Well, here we are at our Airbnb in Roswell. Isn’t it cute? We had the whole Cosy Adobe to ourselves.

It was a good thing, too, because Mauri was coming down with a doozy of a c.o.l.d. and needed to stretch out and snooze to the comforting sounds of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. [This article on The Gospel Coalition affirms our assessment of this movie.]

While “road trip” is synonymous with “adventures in restaurant exploration,” We were committed to maintaining a balanced diet, enough to haul all the necessary gear and ingredients for daily replacement meals.

Just outside of Roswell we found Bitter Lake National Wildlife Reserve with a five-mile road that circles the property, giving broad overviews . . .

. . . and somewhat close-up views of wildlife. In this case thousands of snow geese that migrate from as far away as Siberia.

Mauri has an eye for birds and uses an app on his phone to identify them. At one of the overviews he spotted a loggerhead shrike.

The app emailed this to me at his request. Technology!

He spotted a coyote! See it? Well, then maybe you can see the visitor center in the distance.

Since Roswell is known for a UFO sighting back in the decade of our birth, Mauri obliged my need for this photo op.

Wait! Before you think this is our remarkable wildlife shot—truth is we didn’t get a single picture of the multiple small herds of pronghorn antelope on the way from Roswell to Santa Fe. Mauri spotted one herd after another from the passenger side of the car, but our cruising speed offered little opportunity to capture their beauty on his phone. But aren’t they beautiful?

We arrived at our next Airbnb well past dark. As spacious as our Roswell Airbnb was, this one was, well, the opposite. Mauri barely found room for his knees in the only chair provided. But we gave it high marks in the review because of the creative ways our host fit extra amenities in this tiny room. 

If you’re wondering what has Mauri’s interest on his phone: It was Tuesday night when Newberg Brass gathers to rehearse in his recording studio. So he checked in with them through the security camera, even talked to them.

After breakfast we ventured out as actual tourists, visiting the New Mexico State Capitol

Clearly, crowds were not a problem. Where is everybody?

We were told not to miss Loretto Chapel. It was beautiful, as you can see, but the main attraction was the circular staircase on the far right.

Apparently it is an architectural wonder as it has no visual means of support. Mauri had his doubts as we stood, staring, studying. I’m of the gullible ilk, but now that I have better access to Google, I will concede to THIS Snopes finding. And we paid $5 each to see this miracle. Hrumph.

Don’t let that brilliant blue sky fool you. Our teeth chattered as we walked the town in our too-thin jackets. No wonder we had all the sights to ourselves! All other humans were smart enough to stay inside.

So we went back to our Airbnb, packed up, and headed toward Flagstaff. 

Saguaro cacti signaled our return to Arizona.

Since scenery and food are the two elements that make a road trip successful (to us), you might imagine the challenge to keep from including every dining establishment we visited. If I were to choose a favorite, it would be Fat Olives. If life ever takes you to Flagstaff, don’t miss it!

Our New Mexico road adventure ended with the superior accommodations offered by the Andersons in Queen Creek. We’ve come to prefer travel via small airports, one located 10 minutes from their house. We fly Allegiant Airlines from Phoenix Gateway into Eugene, where friends Craig and Pam meet our flight with our car, which they’ve graciously housed in our absence, saving us airport parking fees! How wonderful is that?

The two-hour drive home through beautiful Oregon landscape extends the road trip with reminders of our blessing to live in such a place — though not a single antelope was in sight!

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two brothers

Our December calendar started out with two consecutive weekend visits from two beloved brothers.

You can see the blur of Darcy’s tail as she greets DK (younger brother of Margaret-Rose, once known to her as Daryl). 

Darcy knows she’ll get a power walk out of DK and didn’t even protest the foot cleaning on their return.

DK’s visits involve checking in with “the kids” — his own and ours while he’s in town. We “worried” that when Mom Edna died he’d stop visiting us from all the way up in Winthrop, WA. We’re glad that didn’t happen. Mauri likes making breakfast and coffee for our guests.

And then he was off to build a deck on another “kid’s” house. Hurry back, DK!

A few days later we welcomed brother John from Florida. Darcy wonders if she might get a walk out of this stranger.

This visit included lots of show and tell — some of my photo book projects, my graphics/editing/photography work for Friendsview Retirement Community, and I think most enjoyable to him my seven giant notebooks of family archives and memorabilia. The contents brought on much conversation and remembering together. He probably won’t appreciate this photo, taken without enough warning to remove his reading glasses. It seems reasonable to me that an 80-year-old would need reading glasses.

Just like old times, we sang together. Our mother used to accompany us, but Mauri filled that role nicely. He knows all the songs we love and can play them in whatever key our aging voices need.

We got to hear Mauri’s two brass groups play Christmas music at Chapters, a local bookstore.

And got treated to a candy cane by a passing Santa Claus!

He posed with me for the requisite “remember when you visited us?” photo…

… as we headed to George Fox Bauman Auditorium for a wonderful Christmas concert.

The next morning we had just enough time to attend the worship portion of NFC’s morning service and hear the handbell choir and Mauri lead singing with the men’s quartet — then head toward the airport in the first Oregon rain of his whole visit.

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don’t give up

Several years ago in our small town of Newberg, OR, signs started showing up all around, mostly in the grassy medians between street and sidewalk, with messages of encouragement to passersby.

The curious could easily google “don’t give up signs” and find THIS and THIS

Daughter Erin put feet on the idea and ordered signs to post throughout the colonias outside Juarez where we build a house every Thanksgiving. We weren’t aware of her plans until the end of our visit with Jasmine, when she tried several places to post a sign along the road outside her home, finding the dirt concrete hard.

The persistent will always find a way!

Then these signs showed up beside the house we built.

The next morning as we shared highlights in our team gathering we learned that Leo had driven Krista and Erin around the neighborhoods sharing encouragement. 

You can see they found unforgiving dirt everywhere.

Erin shared her story on the Don’t Give Up Facebook page: 
“After seeing the Don’t Give Up signs in my own community and hearing and reading stories about the true impact they were making and the opportunity for conversation they were creating, I was inspired to share this movement with another community close to my heart. This Thanksgiving the encouraging messages of hope—No Te Rindas (Don’t Give Up)—and intrinsic worth—Vales Mucho (You Matter/You Have Value) were shared in the colonias of Ciudad Juárez, Mexico. This is a community where it may seem difficult to see where hope exists, but there are glimmers all around. May these signs add to the voices of those who are already partners in the good work being done there.”

We always leave a little piece of our hearts behind. This year we left tangible hope. Thanks, Erin!

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a ninth home for the holidays

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I begin this post with a view of retirement.

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Now that we are both retired, we can enjoy extra days at the beginning and end of our annual Thanksgiving adventure to Juarez with our family. We will count and name our blessings one by one until heaven is our home. How blessed we are the Andersons let us crash in the comfort of their home in Queen Creek, AZ, several days prior to our drive to El Paso — and even provide a furry companion!

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Attending church with them is always a highlight.

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. . . and sharing in whatever happens those particular days. This year it included watching Quinn and Marissa help Sarah assemble “Save the Date” announcements.

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Soon we were on the road to El Paso, where we enjoyed what is now a tradition of Texas Roadhouse food. You know: “When in Texas . . . ”

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As always, we meet the rest of the team — this year thirty-two of us, up from the original thirteen — at Harvest Christian Center to shift supplies and our necessaries to the Missions Ministries trailers.

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It’s always a great reunion as we reconnect with family members and meet new ones.

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After final shopping at Walmart, we cross the border. This year was seamless, with minimal “taxes” paid for the contents of the trailers. In fact, it went so well the end-of-day light provided new vistas as we head toward the colonias.

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I won’t lie. Unloading the trailers and displaying all the diapers and formula donated to the work of Babies of Juarez remains an annual highlight for me. But this is a year-round effort, and other groups get to do the same thing, giving Quinn regular opportunities to offer supporters visual results of their donations. It’s a beautiful sight!

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Helpers Sage (and Brynn, who scooted off before this picture) have learned the importance of stacking the supplies to exact specifications (labels facing forward, nothing upside down, etc). We might have missed one or two, but there’s grace at this hour of a long day.

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And then, the haul back to the storage room,

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a community effort that always brings an even bigger smile to my face.

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And to Cassidy’s face too. She knows her Gus needs pictures!

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We just keep making back/forth trips until it’s all moved.

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There she is! We found Brynn . . .

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Last spring this activity center was added to the mission team center. It’s a wonderful space for morning “assembly,” when we start each day with highlights, worship singing, and devos without the distraction of kitchen sounds. We did miss the wafting smell of bacon though.

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After breakfast we’re transported to the job site and gather around the pre-poured concrete foundation with the family whose home we will build. This year we got acquainted with Carlos, Rosa, Carlos (Charley), and Bianca.

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Quinn checks in with our beloved Leo.

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The work gets going. I climbed a dirt hill to get this shot.


Randee caught me in the act.

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Pano view of the job site.

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The Hatch women.

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My girl swings a man-sized hammer with the best of ’em!

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Cousins who swing hammers together . . .

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You can hear the cacophony of hammering sounds, can’t you?

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Krista and Rafa from the Mexican crew teamed up — he got the nails started and Krista pounded them home.



Time to raise the walls!

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Bailey holds the outer wall while Leonel braces it with the interior wall.


Hardworking Tera takes a break.

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Add a roof . . .

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Time out for Rock Paper Scissors.

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Now the dreaded insulation.


And the brave team who stepped up to cut and install it.

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Inside the windows are cut . . .


. . . while the inspector/catcher waits outside.

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Team Macy installs windows.

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While up on the roof . . .

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. . . preparation for a new kind of roofing, one that will last years longer.

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Hey, up there!

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Hello down there!

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We found photographing these two irresistible. Fifty years from now they’ll be saying, “Remember when we caulked windows together?”


With such a large work team, Mauri and I could take observation breaks as needed.

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During one observation break, Emmanuel told us his remarkable story of war and loss and refugee camps and redemption and hope.

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And by the end of the morning, we had a house with four insulated and windowed walls, three rooms, and a metal roof!


But wait, a high spot still needs a bit of caulk and the ladders are all in the truck.

Are you hungry? Let’s head back to the team center to see what delicious authentic Mexican food the cooks have prepared for us.


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OK, so this picture is really a breakfast shot. What can I say?

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Afternoon on the first day brings multiple options, so I showed up first at the clinic, hoping to get a shot of Cassidy helping in the pharmacy, since I missed her on the job site. But it was hard to be disappointed when I had these two willing to pose — Doctor Scott Finkbeiner and Nurse Sarah Morrison. They offer medical help to the community mornings and afternoons while the rest of us build the house.

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Soon we loaded ourselves into the vans and headed for a few visits.


First a quick stop at the house Cassidy and Maycee (and Quinn and a group from Gilbert Christian Schools) built in October.

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Of special interest, Carmen, the grandmother raising her 14 grandchildren. She always welcomes us with open arms.

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Last year we learned it was her birthday, so this year we showed up with a few presents.

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And we stumbled through “Happy Birthday to You” in Spanish. Sage and Brynn are learning Spanish in school and loved getting to use it on this trip.

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Next, a stop to see Jasmine and her three children. Hers was our second build, eight years ago.

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We especially love to see how Fidencio is doing, each year an obvious improvement over the previous. He’s become a happy chatterbox though his cerebral palsy inhibits his ability to walk.

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Still, one of the biggest improvements noted over time is Jasmine’s brilliant smile. We count on Krista to fill us in later on all Jasmine and Fidencio had to say.

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And then the whole team heads to one of the local churches for what we call a food outreach.

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After everyone who comes is fed, they gather ’round tables for crafts . . .

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. . . or head outside for soccer or giant bubbles.

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We wonder what Dusty would do if no one brought a baby to the outreach.

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Back at the job site the following morning the inside crew put their muscles to work on the sheetrock.

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Outside it’s all hands on paint rollers!

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Progress inside, a crew of happy mudders!

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Carlos is a sheetrocker by trade, so he (I’m sure) appreciated this opportunity to show his son how it’s done.

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Did I mention Bailey and Sarah are engaged to be married in June?

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Jonathan is still smiling as we near completion.

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Emily poses by the door trim she meticulously painted. (We’re instructed not to paint the screen door.)

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Super cute cousins!

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I must have had a premonition about the house color choices.

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A dirt-pile view of the finished house.

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While the family waits next door, we take in all the items Lea gathered stateside to make the house a home.

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You see here that John manages to do both photography and work!

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Mauri in thoughtful repose waits for the interior decorators to finish their magic.

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The house is wired for electrical, though not hooked up yet. Also, the mud has to dry before the interior can be painted.  And now everything is ready for the dedication.

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Pastor Luis joins the family, and with translator Olga’s help they hear from members of our team and we hear from them. We pray together and dedicate this new home to God.

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We can only imagine how this might feel . . .

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(Thanks, John, for these great shots!)

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Just a few pictures of the afternoon trip to the orphanage.

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That’s Krista reading scripture in the evening church service. The team also went to the front to sing “This is Amazing Grace!” In English, of course, but then the locals sang it in Spanish.

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Our ninth family Thanksgiving build came to a close on Saturday morning.

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Each of the three mornings we gathered in the blue activity center and everyone took turns sharing highlights from the previous day. As we left for breakfast the final morning, I snapped this picture of the expansion of the team center and imagined what would happen here only a few days later. Quinn would return with another team, this time made up of the pastors, elders, and staff of her church: Redemption Gateway. Their 2017 Christmas offering would fund what they built on that concrete slab last week — additional accommodations for future teams. CLICK HERE to hear their lead pastor, Luke, tell a bit about their time here. Careful now, you might get hooked on his excellent teaching and go back for more every week. I should know . . .

It will surprise you, I’m sure, to learn I have many more pictures I could have shared. But I do have one more related story I’ll post separately. Thanks for joining us in spirit through this illustrated story. We know many people prayed for us and gave from their resources to make it happen, and we are grateful.

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on the pot

Bob Hampton sleeping

Our plumber and friend, Bob, posted this picture on Facebook this morning with the caption: “I’m hoping not to fall asleep on the job today, as I was caught on camera a while back.”

Of course it got a lot of laughs out of me, especially when I noticed his mom (also my friend) had tied him to the pot with a towel. Not a bad strategy, Maribeth! Raising four sons requires creativity.


You might imagine I’d have a matchup! Taylor fell asleep in the most unreasonable places (yes, I have a series of Taylor sleep pictures!), here shown waiting for me to brush his teeth. While there are differences in the two pictures, I see so many samenesses I had to share it.

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paying tribute to a tree

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This old apple tree has made an appearance on this blog numerous times. To the average passerby, it’s just a gnarly and gangly eyesore, its better days far behind. It’s been dismembered for overhanging the property line and for taking up space needed for housing growth. It has given shade and fruit for much longer than the 38 years Macys have inhabited “514.”

To Pete and John Macy it’s also a playhouse. Well, a former playhouse also shared with their sister, Rachel. But its time has come and we’re very close to saying goodbye to it (in its current standing form).

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So the local kids and grandkids showed up to pay tribute to this old climbing friend. Here’s a side view of the photoshoot.

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And here is the front view. At first it was a little too high for Lincoln.

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All is well.

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Happier on his own.

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Lovely Sage. Pete upper right.

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Around all the hubbub of climbers and observers, Mauri and I each caught these two in a candid pose — in which, if I had looked at the Macy album photos in advance, I might have requested they switch spots.


Still, I’m completely enamored with this matchup. But wait! There’s more . . .


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A friend asked me on Sunday what I love. My first answer was words, which brought a quizzical response. My second answer was photo match-ups.


I’d give anything to have a match-up of this but will settle for the smile that comes to my face as I think of the joy Rachel would take in seeing this post.

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