Tripping down memory lane

No brain cells were altered by the contents of this blog.

A blog is like a scrapbook of musing and memory. For over a year old family photos and cards have collected on a table downstairs like a pile of cold volcanic ash. Finally I began the onerous task of sorting through several generations of family history. I’m tossing duplicates, faded images and photos of people I can’t identify.  

   

I found some treasures  buried in this debris. I promised not to post the “when we were young and foolish” photos of the shaggy- headed two of us with matching seventies era permed ‘fros. With some trepidation I am posting a Mother’s Day card I sent my mother when I was a student at Berkeley—my attempt to share the culture with her.

 Looking at this some decades later I think I’ve finally figured out why she chose not to attend my graduation ceremony.

Then there were:

 the cards to celebrate hallmark holidays 

the child development charts I crafted

the verses I penned

To quote Dorothy of Oz, "Oh my!" I think Berkeley was my Land of Oz. Where is your Oz?