Sometimes when you organize your picture folders...

...you find so many wonderful old pictures that you never posted, that you simply must post, because they brought back so many precious memories and made you laugh heartily...Enjoy this odd little montage that spans almost a decade...

(in the picture above, you can see the house in the reflection of the drops of dew. :D Awesome picture, Cleve, and I love it.) 4 of my 5 darling Little Indians years ago...goodness, how time flies. Look!!! They're so- little!
Playing in the (then) cotton field. (one of the funnest things of childhood!)
Dorothy, Adeline and Martha at 17, 18 and 19. I love my girls so!Shadows and lamps and black fabric are so fun. :D
Sam canoes in the flooded creek bottom...
We had a wonderful time down there that evening....roasting marsh mallows beside our temporary "lake"-then Dorothy read aloud to us, and Cleve brought krispy kreams home from work, and we grilled out hot dogs...When Mama and Daddy returned home from their evening date, they found their children happy, mud covered and with an entire heart full of memories...Ah. Rough picture. Really rough, of all but Katie. One toys with burning pictures like this, but the nose ritual is too good, LOL. (love the way I'm doing my hair here.)
A little better. :D I always laugh when I look at these...sisters - the three best friends a girl could have! Oh, remember that bus?"OK, I'm just leaving the office now, honey."
Edwin's inpersonation of an iguana.Katie dear making some sort of tasty treat at a clan supper one early spring evening...
Daddy wrote an outstanding letter to the editor, and we were so blessed to listen to Daddy as he read it aloud at the supper table out of the newspaper. I am so grateful for my incredible Father.
Daddy with his only little granddaughter...
I know the setting on the camera was completely off, but here are some of the S'Morton ladies, (except Rach, whom we missed so badly) having a blast at one of our favorite Mexican spots...
Samuel holding up his debut cup of coffee at his 13th birthday party-hooray for Sam!!!
Dorothy doing her "Fire Dance", a number she choreographed for our birthday parties. No matter how many times she's seen it, Martha always gets nervous.

*smiles* No, the wrapping paper caught on fire. Everybody burst out laughing and started throwing wet napkins and dumping glasses of water in the quickly spreading flames.
I love birthday parties like that. :D
Three colonial specimens...
Dashing, I know.
There was a bad wreck right on our road, and we and all our neighbors came to look and see if there was anything we could do...Andrew got a few pictures and talked to some rescue workers.
The guy's axle snapped and, by God's grace, he jumped out right before it rolled and flipped. The mercy of the Lord is great to us every time we drive. What our group looks like when we-um...learn a dance. :) We finally got it down.
While we danced, Mr. Larry took it easy on the Victorian fainting couch. He was fine, but had just gotten a little overheated... ;)Bethy and little William. We love it when our Smithies come to visit. :) They're so much fun! (Awesome glasses, too, Beff...)The colors God uses are incredible. Just look at the brilliant yellows and reds in this swiss chard Daddy raised.And in the sky everyday...One rainy afternoon, we saw the most amazing rainbow beside our house. What an incredible sign of the promise God made to us...this one started over in the pasture...And ended over on Wesley and Rachel's roof . It was breathtaking.After some clan supper, you might enter the deserted dining room, to find a lone granchild laughing gleefully whilst stuffing abandoned cake into his mouth.
*delighted snorts between mouthfuls*
"They only fhink I'm in there pwaying wiff toyths!!"
"The name's Ira. Ira Bigelow."A Little Boy and Mattress Open Face Sandwich. New on the menu.

Well, that's all for now, dahlings! Happy day, kind readers. The mercies of the Lord are new every morning!! Pray for us when you think of us. :) Thanks.

Joyfully, and thoughtfully yours,

Adeline, for la famille de Morton