There was a time when we all lived in about 45 miles of each other. My parents lived just inside the borders of the town of Bloomington. My youngest sister lived just a little north of Bloomington. My middle sister lived about a ½ mile from us in Greenwood. That said we were often at my parent’s house for events. Nowadays the events are much fewer and further between; the family has now spread its wings to both coasts.
But there was a time when being together was easy, and we took the opportunity where we could. It is a part of a family that over time you spend less and less time together with the family you started with and more and more time with the family you built. It was always fun to bring them both together for a time. These images just based on clothing being worn were taken in the colder months of the year. I have the advantage of knowing them come from November.
Funny, once again my horrible photo sorting skills have bitten me. I don’t know what year this November is about. I know it is a celebration of November and October birthday.
Funny how the passage of time makes the memories a little more fuzzy and a little more difficult to recall. The moments that we capture, the pictures that we store, are more than simple pixelated images of an event or person. They are a link to what once was. We will remember the moments when we see them, but we don’t recall all the edges of the memory if we don’t look at the images and remember.