It's the time of year again when I get to make Christmas cards. I was thinking about that today. I graduated from college in 1964 and that year I made my first cards. It had two black and white photos on the card, one on the front and one inside, of young children looking at dolls in a department store with wonder in their eyes. I think I made about a dozen cards. I have made cards every year since, which means this is the 45th year of me making cards. Wow, time flies when you are having fun! I think of them as little mini-gifts, kind of. Many people have told me that they have saved them all, which makes me feel really good.
Your cards are very special, Ken. Our family appreciates all the thought and effort that goes into putting them together. Over the years, they have been gifts for heart and mind. Hope you have saved at least two of each for every year you've made them. What a wonderful treasure that would be to give both your daughters someday. Thanks for the memories.
ReplyDeleteToday's photo is a classic. It's a testament that a little clutter in the basement is OK. As a matter of curiosity, have you got any idea how many cubic inches of storage space you have left? Is there any concern that if you ever cleaned out the basement that the first floor would collapse? We always look forward to receiving your Christmas cards and keep them to enjoy happy memories.
ReplyDeleteI must admit - I have not saved them all :-( I do have a lot, though. Always waited to see - where will it be from this year? What kind of poetry this time? I came across a "mini" calendar you started many moons ago...bsk
ReplyDeleteI don't usually look at your website, but tonight I did - and I love this photograph uncle Ken! I love how you are so dedicated to your art.
ReplyDeleteA few months ago Jon and I headed up to see his son in northern Maine. We took back roads, and one of the towns we traveled through was like a little village. It had a sign for a blacksmith, a potter, a seamstress, a pizza parlor, and maybe an accountant (it's hard to remember now). Today when you live near a metropolitan area and are used to seeing the neighborhood Starbucks and Subway, this town in Maine seems like a treasure, where people are still dedicated to their craft. This is what your photograph reminds me of.
What a nice thing to do. It's always such a surprise to get something handmade in the mail like that, mini-gift indeed!
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