Time in a bottle…

Remember the old Jim Croce song, “Time in a Bottle”?  Time is flying by.  I see the changes in my children, my grandchildren and especially myself.  I didn’t expect to stay young forever and, truthfully – in my heart and mind – I still feel like the young woman my daughter is today.  Too bad the rest of my BODY didn’t get the memo!  😉

In a couple of months, my high school graduating class will celebrate our FIFTIETH high school reunion.  Unfortunately, I will miss it.  I have a hard time believing that FIFTY years have passed since I graduated from high school.  It seems like last week!  I think I can explain that rationale.  After six decades and a few years, our long term memory is actually better than our short term memory!  Go figure.

In the spirit of nostalgia, I’ll share a few photos from yesterday – uh, I mean yesteryear…

My first two children (fifteen and a half months apart) and I were out shopping one day.  Here, they were about two and a half and four years of age.  I decided to snap some photos of them in a Photomat.  I love their expressions!  Priceless photos and memories. 

They’re all grown up now.  He’s a physician, happily married and the father of three daughters.  He was a missionary doctor in Peru for almost 7 years but thankfully they’re back in the states now.  She’s happily married and the mom of two sons and two daughters.  She has a degree in fine art and is a wonderful artist but has little time to paint between homeschooling and managing everyone’s busy schedule! 

Where did all that time go?

 I love this photo.  This is my youngest with his beautiful strawberry blonde hair.  We had been camping in the Great Smokey Mountains that week.  Here, he was walking across a beam that was about two feet above the ground…that’s a lot when you’re barely three years old.  What you can’t see in the photo is that his dad and brother and sister were cheering him across.

He’s all grown up now.  Happily married and the father of a beautiful 18 month old baby girl (and they’re expecting their second late summer).  He has always been an entertainer…for as long as I can remember.  Now, he’s the executive producer of a successful television show. 

Where did all that time go? 

 In the three photos below, my sisters and I were having our usual “four sisters” photo taken at one of our gatherings.  The first photo was taken about 1961.  The other two in the mid-1980’s.   As always, there was plenty of kidding as we lined up.  The lower two priceless photos were taken at my late sister Gerry’s house on the hill.  Sadly, two of my sisters are now in Heaven.

Where did all that time go?  

Parts of this post were originally published in My Southern Heart

4 Comments

  • JUDY MORABITO

    You got me thinking and I would be celebrating 48 years after graduation! That does not seem possible. When I recall the past it all seems bitter/sweet to me. Some sadness (that is inevitable) – – – – but much more happiness than I could have ever imagined. I always recall my sister in law saying “I never really liked my life”. To this day I cannot fathom what she meant. So very sad to have thought that way, don’t you think?

    God is good – – – all the time.
    All the time – – – God is good.

    Judy

  • Karen

    I love that song by Jim Croce. I know exactly how you feel Dianne. Time waits for no one – to quote another great song by the Stones. The trouble with getting older is that you have so many memories behind you, something you don’t have when you are young, and you carry them around with you. Sometimes they can weigh you down, sometimes they can lift you up, but there they are. We need to keep making new memories and that is the key to staying young. You created a beautiful family, Dianne. Now let them create more beautiful memories for you. Keep moving forward. Big Hugs.. xoxo

  • Rosemary...

    I do remember the song by Jim Croce although I’m sure I was just a baby. lol
    Looking back can be so sentimental but seeing the beauty you created throughout your life is something I know you cherish. Wonderful memories that sometimes pull at ones heartstrings. But I get it!
    Hugs Rosemary…xoxo

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