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I wasn’t very talkative, even my parents’ friends though that I had a problem because I didn’t talk too much, and also I didn’t eat much too, but when I discovered bacon I could not stop eating. My mom used to cook hamburgers with a strip of bacon around the meat of the hamburger. I remember once I reached the kitchen and I saw the tray full of burgers wrapped with bacon. I ate all the bacon of the 12 burgers. When my family came home and they found the tray of burger just as my mom left it, but without the bacon wrapped on each burger. Since then my mom stopped cooking hamburgers with wrapped bacon.
September 2nd, 2010 | No Comments
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My parents were traveling musicians when I was young. They worked in bars and casinos in out-of-the-way places in Nevada like Furnace Creek, Elko, Winnemucca, and Tonapah. A trip into Reno was like going to town–the Big City! I remember on that day I had breakfast at Sambo’s (very exciting for a four-year-old). My mom took me out along the main street and snapped some pictures. It was she who took the pictures 32 years later at just about the same spot. Sambo’s was gone.
September 1st, 2010 | No Comments
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As far back as I can remember I could always tell the difference between my dad and his brother. Except one time, on a play ground, pulling on his jacket from behind. As my uncle turned around he saw the panic in my eyes for my mistake.
It must have been a proud moment for the two young boys outside their house on the countryside of Norways west coast, having brand new cowboy-costumes for the celebration of the national day. The oldest in a family of seven, and probably the coolest on the street with real plastic pistols. Some 42 years later pistols are cheap. And the vests, which was the only obtainable cowboy-outfit, had to be cut in two in the back to fit. The picture is taken on the same spot on the day of their 50th birthday.
August 31st, 2010 | No Comments
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I remember one time, when I was probably around 5 or 6, in an attempt to bribe us into prompt toothbrushing, my mother told us that the first between my brother and I to brush for the night would get a prize. I had to stand on the toilet seat to reach my brush, my competitive brother jumped up next to me and pushed me off so that he could be first, I fell off and knocked the back of my head on the tiles. He gave me a concussion and I was sent to the hospital. Needless to say, he didn’t win a prize.
August 30th, 2010 | No Comments
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I waited until picture day to wear my favorite OP shirt. I wish I still had it. That shirt was all about the stripes. I also had a pair of tan OP cords, they went hand in hand. It’s what I wore Friday nights to the American River Roller Odyssey, with my tennis shoe skates. My friends had long, hard rock hair. Mine, not so much. It was that long through half of high school, and I carried a pick.
August 27th, 2010 | 1 Comment
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I remember that we had a doorway with marks and dates to track their growth over the years. My oldest daughter, who is also the shortest was so aghast on the day when both her sisters passed her in size.
August 26th, 2010 | No Comments
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It does remind me that I’m really found of rain. Walking on ledges is also a simple pleasure!
August 25th, 2010 | No Comments
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It was my brother’s turn to be the invading pirate, so I was happy to let him run me through. But then again, it was always his turn.
August 23rd, 2010 | No Comments
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On NYE 1999, our daughter was two months old and we thought it would be funny to take a photo of her featuring all the trappings of a typical New Year’s Eve party. So when NYE 2009 rolled around, it was a great opportunity to re-enact the original photo.
August 19th, 2010 | No Comments
