Friday, December 4, 2015

Footprints in the sand...


In 1997 my grandson, William is being guided in the fine points of soccer by his uncle Tai (with the bleached hair).  On the right my son, Russ is strolling and looking for "what?".  Closer to center and nearer the waves is my daughter-in-law, Cinnamon, mother of William.  And on the far left is my oldest son, Marty, also in motion, father of William.  This took place before their second child (Cayenne) was born, and later their divorce.

Many footsteps in that sand in St. Augustine in the Anastasia State Park beach.

I know the date because my sons gathered for my youngest's graduation from High School.

He was 16 and faced a future with many surprising turns.  His interest in Marine Biology changed into Ceramics.  Then he joined the Peace Corps, Americorps and learned Wildland Fire Fighting, and then worked for the US Forest Service.  And now he's completed his MFA in Ceramics at IU in Bloomington IN, and is teaching the same at DePauw University in Greencastle, IN.

And the rest of my three sons' stories are just as interesting.  I haven't lived with them for many years, and depend upon visits to collect most of my photos (or now on Facebook also!)  Russ married Michelle and they have 3 lovely children.  William graduated from high school himself a few years ago, and doesn't particularly like soccer.  You just never know.  His younger sister Cayenne is a beautiful young woman about the same age now that Tai was for the above photos.

I love beaches.  I love mountains.  I chose mountains for my home.  The weather is more what I can live with and I'm slowly working on being able to walk around and enjoy them more.  But I've sure left many footprints in the sand in my lifetime.

Thanks Sepia Saturday for starting me off sharing with you on this topic.  Check HERE for more stories about footprints from the past.





Today's quote:


Empty yourself of everything. Let the mind become still. The ten thousand things rise and fall while the Self watches their return. They grow and flourish and then return to the Source. Returning to the Source is stillness, which is the way of nature.
   ~Lao Tsu, Tao Te Ching, Verse 16









28 comments:

  1. What sweet memories your picture brings! Our little ones grow so quickly. Sometimes it hard to believe that 1997 was 18 years ago!
    Time warp?
    P.S. Have a great sale tomorrow!

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  2. Thank you for sharing your family with us. Great memories.

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    1. It's nice to be reminded of special times with photos.

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  3. It is such a great set of memories. Your sons twist and turns seem to be a common thing among young people. Neither of my sons work at the jobs that they were trained to do.

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    1. Interests do change, as well as the market...but my youngest has returned to clay which makes me happy.

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  4. Take only photographs, leave only footprints, as they say - and on the wet sand, you don't even leave those, or not for long, but memories last and photos remind us of them. Love those spicy names!

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    1. I don't know what my in-laws were thinking for their first daughter (their second was Vicki) and then their eldest named her only daughter another spice as well!

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  5. That first photo is interesting with different family members in different places doing different things.on a lovely spacious beach.

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    1. I love capturing the moment in candid shots. Everyone posed and smiling at the camera kind of seems dull by comparison.

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  6. Time goes so quickly! 1997 was such a short time ago. Terrific memories evoked by your picture as you thought about all the changes.

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    1. Well, there's not much of 97 that I remember without a photo to prompt me!

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  7. The sands of time seem to catch up with us all, not just you and your family..

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  8. Lovely photo bringing lovely memories of what I am sure are lovely children. But how can anyone NOT like soccer?

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    1. You are so right Alan, and that bleached young man who was trying to teach his nephew some tricks spends every Sunday in a pub watching a game from England!

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  9. So much family history in that first photo.

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    1. I'm glad to have a shot of them all in the same place at the same time. It happened again in 2007.

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  10. I agree thinking that 1997 was just yesterday and not 18 years!!!! Lovely post.

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  11. When someone mentions a year in the 1990s, I tend to think it wasn't that long ago - until I remember we're now 15 years into the 21st century!

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    1. I am positive the time warp factor has arrived and we have much shorter years these days

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  12. I think this would be the first time that I have seen a suit and tie at the beach :)

    Lovely memories and photos :)

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    1. The dressed up young man was standing in front of our apartment which was right near the water line. I loved staring out over the Atlantic and thinking that Africa was somewhere out there.

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  13. Ah yes footprints in the sands of time. Lovely memories, and not really all that long ago; oh well perhaps it is.

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  14. An excellent idea to pick up the footprint theme. I'm not sure which of the two landscapes, mountains or sea, offers the most metaphors, but I do think the spaces in between lose out in comparison.

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  15. I'd say you've left a lot of footprints with paths leading everywhere.

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  16. A fine thoughtful post. Sometimes photographs serve as my memory too.

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