My Mom

My Mom, originally uploaded by kidsideup.

I was on the phone the other day with the lady who does billing for my daughter's speech therapist. Then we realize that her husband's uncle was my granddad's best friend. When I was a kid we spent a LOT of weekends/weeks/weekdays/time up in my dad's airplane with my granddad walt and his friend Harry. They lived down the street from one another. We would climb in a plane and land on a lake or next to a river and camp and fish for days.
It brought back some fun memories and I dug through some old photo albums.
Here is my mom. By the hair I'm guessing this is late 80's. She's always been a pretty trendy mom. I could guess at how heavy those fish are but I KNOW they're over 30 pounds each and I would guess closer to 50. So, you can see that she's also always been in good shape.
One of the side effects of being an Alaskan Woman.
The kind that does stuff.
She's standing on the float of the Beaver that belonged to my granddad. When we first got the Beaver, there were no seats inside, just for the pilot and co-pilot. Boy was that awesome! As kids we would just snuggle up in our wad of bedrolls and blankets. When seats finally were put in, we were really bummed.
Just looking at this picture, I can smell that airplane engine. My brother and I would walk up and down on the floats and try to catch fish, sometimes we were just trying not to fall in. That depended on where the plane was tied up or IF it was tied up.
This was a great place to grow up.
My dad doesn't have planes anymore but my parents have a great little cabin and they generally have a boat we can all visit Prince William Sound in. Emma has taken advantage of both, Jack hasn't been out on the boat since just before he was born.
It's fun to have my kids growing up where I grew up. Already their experiences and memories will still be totally different.
I think that's a good thing.
So, I know this was a strange rambling post, but there it is.