1996-97: Year Ten This is where the memories become most vivid for me … and this is when “the golden age” of my childhood began – from age 9 to age 12, life was simply beautiful, and I loved every minute of it. What I’m most thankful for, looking back, was that this was the… Continue reading The Tenth Year-As An All-American Girl
1993-94: Seventh Year-Year of Bonnets & Dresses 1994-95: Eighth Year-Year of the Baby Brother Being Born 1995-96: Ninth Year-Year of Camp and American Girl dolls Say what you will about small towns … I was little myself, so I didn’t mind. In fact, I thought it was the greatest thing ever. 🙂 Being 6, 7,… Continue reading The Seventh, Eighth, & Ninth Years-Life in a Small Town
1992-1993 – Sixth Year of Life I remember the baby shower. I remember all of us making little baby quilts for him. I remember – vaguely – the snowy January night he was born. I remember helping my oldest sister take care of baby in their tiny little abode. I remember getting to hold him.… Continue reading The Sixth Year – An Auntie She Became
1991-1992 – Year Five of Being Alive! I am so very thankful that this was the year that I started school. I’m thankful that in my early years of learning, I didn’t have to be restricted by a school system requiring me to wait until a certain age. Being homeschooled means many things … 😉… Continue reading The Fifth Year-School Begins
1990-1991 – Lydia’s Year Four Hello Northwest, land that housed almost all of my growing up years, and which I now call home. Good-bye California, land of my birth and events outside of my memory. Hello memories beginning and the world looking big through little eyes. Good-bye toddlerhood. Hello little town in farm country. Good-bye… Continue reading The Fourth Year-Hello Northwest
1989-1990 – The Third Year of Being Alive Looking back through pictures of my childhood, I smile at all the pictures of little me, surrounded by so many sisters. Sisters are always a blessing, but when you’re blessed with FIVE of them, they’re all the more special. 🙂 So today, I am ever so thankful… Continue reading The Third Year-Sisters & Sunshine
1988-1989 – Year Two. Still no actual memories of my own occurring yet … but today, I am thankful that I was born in the 80’s. I’m glad that I didn’t “grow up” in the 80’s [although appreciation for blue eyeshadow, tall hair and the like was given to me by older sisters!], but I’m… Continue reading The Second Year – Last Year of the 80’s
1987-1988. First year of life. Twenty-four years ago today, it all began at 9:19pm in a pink house on Pendleton Street. A bald-head little girl entered the world to be greeted by her parents and five older sisters in southern California. Although the only way I can identify with this year of my life is… Continue reading The First Year – The One She Doesn’t Remember
The Vintage Girl 