Monday is Victoria Day, so this is what my kids call “the May long weekend.” I’ve been doing yard work and spring cleaning, and paying very little attention to the blog. But since I skipped the Saturday’s old photo last week, I can’t skip it altogether this week, can I?
What I’ll do, to make up for my negligence last Saturday, is post two photos this Saturday. I wanted to find a photo to show my two oldest children when they were younger and I couldn’t decide which one of two possibilities to use, so I’ll use them both.
These two were born two years apart, and they were always very good friends. In the photo on above, they are almost four and almost two years old. You can see what a big kid youngest son was. At this time, he weighed almost as much as oldest daughter even though she’s two years older. But she was definitely the older sister—very bossy, but also very protective.
On the right is another photo taken a couple of years later when she was six and he was four. I love it because they are holding hands—you can click on the photo to see that detail—and when I remember them together as younger children, that’s how I remember them. Oldest daughter was always watching out for her younger brother, and leading him around by the hand was one of the ways she watched out for him. Once when they were only four and two, we lost them in a store and couldn’t find them anywhere. When we did find them, they were outside, just ready to cross the busy parking lot to get to our car. They had been looking for us, too, and had concluded that we must have forgotten them and left them behind. Oldest son was crying, and oldest daughter was holding his hand, talking very reassuringly to him, and watching for a safe opportunity for them to make it to the car. I don’t know what they’d have done when they got there and found that we weren’t there and the car was locked!
What you see in the background of this bottom photo is an old dredge that was used for gold mining near Dawson City.