Tell us a story about when you were a baby.
I regret that I don't have more stories. Especially those that connect directly with the photos. Now I there isn't anybody to ask.
I know I was born in our small trailer and was very premature. My ten-year-old sister slept on the couch and the doctor put me in with her to keep me warm while he tended to Mother. Betty often said she couldn't believe there was anything so ugly. Then she'd smile.
My parents owned a small town cafe and most of my baby time was spent in the kitchen or on a table in the dining area. I love this picture with the old jukebox selector and the Rainbo Bread calendar.
When I was still very young the cafe caught on fire. My mother handed me through a barbed-wire fence to a friend. She always commented that she didn't understand how I didn't get hurt in the process. The trailer was saved when somebody hooked it up to a tractor and pulled it away. The cafe was a total loss.
Hard times for my parents but I survived and still love small town cafes, jukeboxes and bread. How about you?
My journal page is a combination of printouts, Caran d'Ache Neocolor II Artists' Crayons, gel medium, markers, Inktense pencils, stamps, distress ink pad, StazOn Ink pad and charcoal.