I was eighteen months old as I stood beside the car and held my Daddy's keys. My Daddy, the man I was named after. I've always liked old cars. Yes, these cars pictured are old. Heck, I'm old. I wasn't always so although some days it sure feels like it.
I've always loved cats. At seven years old I couldn't have the keys to the car but I had a tricycle and a cat named Snowball and apparently didn't favor shoestrings.
I love holidays. Always have. I remember hunting Easter eggs in the church cemetery. At eleven this was probably my last hunt. I loved getting new clothes for the holiday. Too bad this photo is in black and white. My outfit was navy blue with red and white trimmings and gold buttons. Ah, high school. I was a girl with dreams back then. Some I fulfilled some are on my life's bucket list.
I'm a natural born redhead. Good thing we did have some color shots in the old days! I missed out on Woodstock; although I visited the site some years ago. I was a wanna be hippy - I didn't frame that photo with daisies for nothing. Look closely and you'll see a headhand with daisies holding back that long red hair. It's who I was. It's the free spirit I hope I still am.
If you've been following this blog all week you know I've been participating in Robert's (Thoughts of a Father) photo project titled "Show Me." Today it was "Show Me" - You.
If you visit on a regular basis you see my face there in the sidebar when you click in so you've already 'seen' my self portrait. The photos I've shared today are me too. There's a part of that little girl and then young woman in everyone of those photos that's still here inside me. In truth, I've shown you me all week. A mailbox along the side of a country road, kitchen cabinets full of keepsakes with stories behind them, special treasures from a loving father, a love of reading and simple pleasures - all little insights into me and who I am - for better or for worse.