Dr. Seuss wrote, “Everyone is just waiting; waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite, or a pot to boil, or a Better Break, or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.” And so, we sometimes find ourselves at the point when we need to begin a new album. Our “arms may get sore, and our sneakers may leak” but it’s time to be off, “up many a creek.” Photos are taken, pages are filled, and this becomes our legacy for the next generation.
We don’t choose how many albums we fill during a lifetime, but we can decide how to fill them. And it is worth remembering, as Dr. Seuss did, that today is always our day; we’re off to great places, we’re off and away!
Here are selected photos from my family album. Apologies to Dr. Seuss.
My grandmother (second from left) seated with her three sisters, two nieces, and my great-grandmother (seated on couch, far right), Caroline de Wolf. She was married to the artist Harper Pennington, who was a contemporary of Whistler.
My maternal grandfather who, yes, does look like he might have had a role in the Addams Family! Nice guy, though and he wore a bow tie!
My mother, Mary Alice, in a rare photo, standing at the stove.
In my Little League outfit at a tender age.
My mother, Mary Alice, doing what she loved best—fishing. I used to fish with her in Maine and Canada.
My father and I at a dude ranch in Wyoming. Looks like I got my outfit from central casting (or borrowed it from Billy Crystal).
The foyer of the Methodist Church in our small Vermont town back in the 1950s.
My mother with my sister (far right), Kate, transferring sap to the sap house. These were the days before sap lines—everything was done by hand.
Our pointer, Killi, who was high strung but a great field dog. We used to hunt pheasant and grouse in the fall.
Our Vermont cabin the year it was built, 1955. Think that is our Nash station wagon to the left.
My sister Kate stirring the sap (not quite sure why anyone needs to stir sap).
My favorite portrait from Vermont in the late 1950s. I am testing the syrup to see if it is ready to be pulled off. This remains my favorite pastime (sugaring) other than rabbit hunting.