So my trip to PA was hastily canceled when Old Man Winter made a surprise guest appearance in the Northeast. Luckily, no specific events were planned, but I am bummed not to see my family.
I had planned on taking the train, so theoretically shouldn’t have been affected by bad weather. However, given the icy conditions and the unplanned crowds, I’d trust Amtrak to take me to Mars before I’d expect a hassle-free deliverance to Philly.
In lieu of the visit, I continued my on-going project of scanning old photos. Memories… digitized into memory.
The temptation to turn this website into an album of my childhood is great, but I will be satisfied by posting these three gems.
Taking my first unassisted steps, appropriately, on Penn's Landing in Philly (see Ben Franklin bridge in background). Mom recalls that I was beside myself with pride.
Playtime in the Rec Room (circa 1983). Note Brian's funny face and Dad's necktie, meaning he just got home from work. I'm sitting on my sister Laurie and wearing crazy yellow tights.
With my maternal grandparents. I love my timorous expression. My Grandpa Kraft was a stern man, and the respect he commanded awed me. My Grandma Kraft is the stereotypical sweet grandma - she is now 96 years old.
