The scanning and editing of the family photos continues!
This week we're sharing photos from the 1950s and 1960s of Jonathan's Aunt Linda Yates. A former beauty pageant queen, Linda was quite good at striking a pose.As you'll notice, she was also very fashionable regardless of whether she was standing beside the car in the hot sun or kneeling beside her nephew Greg.
Enjoy!
My mother-in-law Denise lost her father, Clovis Geno, to a massive heart attack on September 11, 1977 when he was only 62 years old. She loved her daddy very much and still talks about him all the time, but sadly, she doesn't have many photos of the two of them together. I'm in the process of scanning and editing the few she does have, so she can enjoy them for years to come.
Denise and Clovis Geno.
Little Denise with her father Clovis.
Denise and her parents, Clovis and Arletta Geno.
Denise with a Christmas bow in her hair.
I knew her as Grandma, but she was Joan for 50 years before I burst into the world and changed her name forever. During the two decades we shared each other's lives, I never saw her as Joan. Only in the 11 years since her death have I really gotten to know her as a woman. When she died, I was nineteen and barely a woman myself. Since then, I've inherited so many of her photo albums, books, letters, treasures and memories. Through them, I've learned more about the real Joan Fay Stroup Portillo-Shaffer...
She loved to laugh...
She was so pretty.
She loved picking my mom up from the airport.
LAX around 1980. Photo by my grandfather, Sid.
To this day, I can't go to the airport without thinking of her.
Pure joy.
So happy.
She loved nature and short-shorts.
Exploring.
She loved animals.
All creatures great and small.
I love this.
Her greatest love, Sid.
True love.
He died when they were only 50 years old, almost exactly one year after I was born. She said I was the one bright spot in her very dark world.
Even at 11 months old, I loved her so much.
Our family lived on opposite sides of the world, and later, on opposite sides of the country. When we were together, we made every moment count.
Together until the bitter end.
We always waited together until the plane left the terminal. The last time she waited with us was August 2001, one month 9/11. Two years later, I took myself to the airport because my mom couldn't leave her. She died one day later, less than one month before her 70th birthday.
She was always there. I still can't go to the airport without thinking of her.
Thank goodness for memories.
After a long trip from London.
Our last airport photo taken in August 2001.
Happy 80th Birthday, Gerald Dayton Hardin!
We love you so much.
Gerald and Sadie.
Gerald and his grandfather Cooper.
Gerald, Greg with his mother Elzie.
Gerald and a horse.