Mom and Dad, 1967
When I was four years old my mother gave me my first camera. It was made of plastic and took 120 mm film, which I had to mail off along with a small amount cash to have developed. Later that year we took our first family vacation, driving from Michigan to New England. It was there I took these pictures.
Cape Cod
My Mom and little brother David at The Mayflower
Kennedy’s grave
When Amy’s father passed this spring, I was talking to my mom and she mentioned that she had planned a trip to Montana, but her friend had backed out because she didn’t want to drive. She thought it would be boring. Mom disagreed. She wanted to get out on the back roads, eat at little diners, see something of the country. But she didn’t want to go alone
“Wow, I should go with you.”
“Oh that would be great. Would you?”
Um… I would.
So, this coming Friday I fly to Michigan and we hit the road. I have a new camera, and hopefully some time to write. So I’ll be posting on the fly, doing my best to keep you all informed.
I have not spent this much time with my mom in 35 years, and though I’m looking forward to it, I already miss my family. And both the world and my mother are far from predictable.
So check in frequently, keep me in your thoughts, and prayers would not be turned away.
Playing in the City with Trains 
If you get even close to me (Salt Lake City), call me!!!!!!
Very nice, that should be a wonderful time for both of you.
Love the pictures…Looking forward to more of them.