I want you to meet three of my great grand children. These are the twins I speak of so often. They were just leaving their house to come to their Nana’s house for a family dinner. Nana is our daughter and we were are her house to spend the day with the family. The outfits they have on are the ones I made for them. I think they fit great for not having them around when I made them.
This is their sister, Gina and this is one of the dresses I made for her. She grew a little more than I had expected so I may have to let the hem down a little on this dress. I always make a generous hem on the dresses so they will fit for a while . Note the crazy make up over the eyes. She put on her own makeup while her mother was jutting on hers and I think he missed the eye brows with the pencil.
Norman played with James and Colby while I had fun playing with Gina. She is named after her Great Great Grand mother Regina who was Norman’s mother. We all called the Nana Great. She also had an aunt that was still born named Regina so it is a family name she can’t get away from. But that is alright as she loves the name and we love her so all are happy.
Monday we got our banking done. It is nice living in the city. Anything we need or want is right down the street, not like in Spencer where we have to drive ten miles just to get a bottle of milk!! I love the farm, don’t get me wrong but each place has it’s advantages and any place I hang my hat is home and I am happy. Have a great day.
About Carol (Ouma) Petts
I am a retired teacher. I have taught all levels from kindergarten through college and have been retired now for over 20 years. The last ten years we have lived on a farm and lived off the land, growing our own food and canning for our extended family. Now we have sold the farm and are moving to Florida to truly retire. I guess I have always had a short attention span as this is our 11th move. We have moved from a small farm in New Hampshire, to more city type living, small business adventures, focusing more on traveling, Florida living, Georgia, and Tennessee farming and now back to Florida. My blog is a way to keep my children up to date on what I am doing and letting them know I am still alive and well. My children are spread across the country from New England to Florida, Nova Scotia to New Mexico and CA and several places between, They let me know what they are up to by commenting on my blog but they are so busy with their own lives most times I have to assume " no news is good news". Now I are starting on a new adventure so will try to give daily updates until we get settled into a routine. Then I know even if I am getting older and should settle down I will start looking for some new and exciting adventure to start. Welcome aboard. Norman died Oct 30, 2017 so I am continuing the journey alone with the aid of my children, grand children and great grand children. At present I am living with my daughter and we are 7 in one house and cover four generations. We range in age from 7 to 85 and are finding common ground, we are living proof that multi generations can live and function in a three bedroom house if they really want to. Soon my grandson will have his house built next door so we all will have a room of their own except for the seven year old twins who by choice will share a room.
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Those children all look so lovely in their new clothes! I knew they would from seeing you make them. You are very skilled. My mother used to even make our pyjamas and my brothers shirts. I can sew buttons on and stitch up holes! we are just home from the funeral home visitation for my older brother, Frank’s, daughter, Beth Anne, who died at 49 on Sunday after battling lung cancer. Tomorrow is her funeral. Her ashes are to be taken by her older brother, Jack, to the church, a distance of ten miles, on his Harley. Her first motorcycle ride was with him and so will be her last. She had her own Harley and travelled the USA and Canada by herself and with others. She was a gentle soul and we will miss her. This is the first loss of my mother’s and father’s grandchildren.