The topic for this week’s Photo Challenge at The Daily Post is Smile and I can’t think of a better subject for this challenge than my eldest grandson. I never had to coax him into smiling for the camera. He always had a smile on his face and still does. He has already appeared on a couple of posts here at Happy 21st Birthday Grandson! and Weekly Photo Challenge- Collage – A Celebration but I just had to bring him back for another visit for a very special reason which will be made evident shortly.
Fast forward a few years to high school graduation followed some years later by a wedding, and then a baby shower.
Yesterday my grandson’s lovely wife gave birth to a baby boy, my first great-grandson! One more reason to smile! I haven’t seen him yet but you can bet there will be plenty more smiles on here in the near future.
For more on The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post go to Smile
This week’s Photo Challenge from Cheri at The Daily Post asks us for our interpretation of Sweet.
Looking back at some of my earliest posts on WordPress I came across this one Exercise……There’s Nothing Like It! At the time it remained pretty much unread. It included pictures of some of my favorite foods which featured several sweet treats. If you have a couple of minutes to spare, slide on over there to see how these tasty delights fitted into my daily exercise routine.
As you can no doubt tell, I have a sweet tooth which probably accounts for another post Icing On The Cake that dwelt on the love affair between my family and cake.
No matter how we dress it up or how scary it may look, there is something about cake and all it’s close relations that is just so deliciously hard to resist. The feel, the taste, the smell of all those delectable desserts are too good to pass up and when the call goes out, “Anyone for afters?” the reply is always, “Sweet!”
For more on The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post go to Sweet
OK! I admit it. I’m a worry-wart. Worrying about my own kids was bad enough. Worrying about someone else’s is even worse. My least favorite place to take the grandkids was and still is, the park. And naturally, that’s always their first choice when I ask what they want to do. If I can weasel out of it, I will. But sometimes there’s just no way around it, so I watch with my heart in my mouth as they go flying on the swings or ascend the climbing frame. MIND!!
For more on The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post go to Ascend
Our grandchildren always loved playing hide and seek but, like most young children, they never had the patience to stay hidden for more than a few moments and had to peek out to let us know just where they were hiding.
For more on The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post go to Peek
Another side trip that we took, as a result of our recent visit to Marion, Illinois, was to see the Jeremy Rochman Memorial Park in Carbondale. This park is a father’s touching tribute to his son, killed in an automobile accident in 1993, at the young age of 19 years. Jeremy “Boo” Rochman was a great fan of ‘Dungeons and Dragons’ and his love of this game was the inspiration for the park’s theme.
Everywhere you look, there are sculpted figures based on the characters in the game.
There’s an awesome castle for kids to explore, with all kinds of creatures lurking inside and outside the walls.
If you look carefully, you may see a fairy or a winged horse.
AND HERE BE DRAGONS!!
I managed to squeeze through a narrow opening in the castle to watch as this skillful artist added some colorful figures to one of the walls.
And while you’re walking around the park, don’t forget to look up in the trees. You never know what could be watching you from up above.
This private park at 31 Homewood Drive in Carbondale is open to the public from 9am to dusk. Admission is free but donations are gratefully accepted.
If you are ever in the Carbondale area of Illinois and you have some time to spare, I strongly urge you to pay a visit to this park. I get very emotional about memorials such as this and couldn’t help shedding a few tears, thinking about this young man, cut down in his prime, who might possibly have been looking down with a smile at all the young children (and adults) who were there enjoying this delightful fantasy world.
Cee’s ‘alphabet with a twist’ photo challenge this week is calling for things beginning with i and I may be giving away my family’s cockney roots here when I tell you that this is a song that my grandparents and parents used to sing to me when I was a child and which I passed on to my kids and grandchildren.
“Any old iron? Any old iron?
Any, any, any old iron?
You look neat. Talk about a treat!
You look dapper from your napper to your feet.
Dressed in style, brand-new tile,
With your father’s old green tie on.
But I wouldn’t give you tuppence for your old watch chain,
Old iron, old iron.”
As I mentioned in a previous post, we have spent a lot of time at historical museums and farmhouses and these are just a few of the items that I assume would have been made of cast iron.
The first two images were captured at Kline Creek Farm in West Chicago, Illinois. The next one was taken in the farmhouse kitchen at Spring Valley in Schaumburg.
And the following pictures were taken at the Historical Museum in Marion, Illinois.
For more on Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge go to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Letter I – Needs to start with the letter I
Nancy Merrill has us looking under glass for her Photo A Week Challenge this week. I’ve got plenty of pictures of things that I’ve photographed through glass but, if I’m going to take the subject literally there aren’t too many pictures in the old photo files that show something is actually under glass. These are the only images that I could come up with. The first two were taken at the Flower & Garden Show in Rosemont. The third is a clock that belonged to my Mum & Dad, given to them by their workmates when they retired and came to live in the USA. It doesn’t work and probably never will, but I can’t bring myself to throw it out.
For more on Nancy’s Photo A Week Challenge go to A Photo a Week: Under Glass