Family

Joan and Sid's adventures

Joan only spent a decade as Sid's wife, but they dated from the time my mom was seven years old. Twenty years is such a short time. I've already spent 11 years with Jonathan. Talk about perspective. 

While they were both living, they loved each other madly, and throughout their courtship and marriage, they experienced many adventures together (here's another recent adventure post). A great deal of them involved Sid's beloved Chevrolet truck, the motorhome, his motorcycle and their speedboat. Until they purchased the motorhome, they used a camper that sat on top of the truck. They were also involved in a boating club, and they won a trophy for their efforts in the late '70s. They also had matching boating jackets. My grandmother kept the trophy and the jackets. They are now in the care of my mother. Last weekend, we hung a photo of their boat in my mother's study. It's important to keep these memories alive, don't you think? They remind us to have fun and live life to the fullest.

Sid's Chevy.

Sid's Chevy.

Big fish! Hey Mom, look what's under the truck...

Big fish! Hey Mom, look what's under the truck...

Joan, Sid, the original camper and the motorcycle.

Joan, Sid, the original camper and the motorcycle.

Joan wearing her boating jacket and holding a camera.

Joan wearing her boating jacket and holding a camera.

Awesome '70s pants, palm trees and putt-putt golf. 

Awesome '70s pants, palm trees and putt-putt golf. 

More 1970s nature photos

I can't get enough of these 1970s photos from my grandparents' various camping trips. They are just too pretty and make me dream of fall road trips...

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If you were planning a road trip this fall, where would you go?

joan's trip to british columbia

I don't know much about this trip my grandparents took in 1977, but the photos are breathtaking enough that we don't really need words.

Enjoy.

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The photos remind me of one of those Disney nature documentaries from the 1970s. I can almost smell the mountain air.

Isn't it funny....

Isn't it funny that the older we get, the more we realize we are just like our parents and grandparents?

I first physically saw myself in my grandma Joan a week before she died. Most of my life I had known I shared many of her mannerisms (one of the many reasons we got along so well), but that week, I noticed we had the same hands. 

Like so many things that week, that realization changed me.

Now I look down at my hands all the time, and I see her hands. Sometimes I see her in my eyes and smile as well.

Our niece Eliza spent the weekend with us a few weeks ago. While she was here, she stopped in our hallway and stared at a picture of Joan that was taken when she was around 12 years old. 

She wanted to know if the photograph was of me. I told that it was my grandma. She said, "She looks like you."

Yes, I suppose she does.

Rounded shoulders and short shorts. Yep, I'm her granddaughter.

Rounded shoulders and short shorts. Yep, I'm her granddaughter.

This is how I remember her in her kitchen. 

This is how I remember her in her kitchen. 

Trimming the roses just like I do today. 

Trimming the roses just like I do today. 

We don't own a camper yet, but one day we will.

We don't own a camper yet, but one day we will.

There are those rounded shoulders again. 

There are those rounded shoulders again.