My grandmother collected Danish plates. While I was at my parents for Christmas, I got the one of hers that I had asked for.
It's not my birth year (just a little too late), but it's my favorite. I remember being very little and having people tell me that the little girl on her mom's lap was me. :)
It's evidently titled "Christmas at Home."
Here it is on my wall.
My 96-year-old grandmother gave Sirius cookies. Not dog cookies, but butter cookies, from a tin. (No one else is allowed to give him people food...)
That blur in the lower left-hand corner is my dog wiggling himself into a frenzy for a cookie... :o)
On my way home last night, I got stopped by a train in Dawson, Nebraska. I looked to my right and saw this. The local Catholic church is "St. Mary" and has a lighted statue in its courtyard. The train was long, so I got out to snap a few more photos.
Most of them were totally blown out by the huge lights.
She's pretty.
Even her toes. :)
Only in an SCA household would something calig'ed and complete with seal make it on the refrigerator. :o)
Sirius practicing his "I miss my new friends and
I mostly agree... :)
