Our church is celebrating its 50th year anniversary. Mark and I started attending in 1978, shortly after Aaron was born, and have attended ever since. It's hard to believe we have been attending over 41 years! And other than the five years he was in the Portland area going to optometry school, Aaron has grown up in this church. He is now the head of the celebration committee. He and the committee have been delving into the archives and have been finding some (ahem) interesting photos.
For years, Mark sat in the sound booth. This must be from the early 1980s. He has made it known that he would like to go back to the mullet. His family unanimously gives him a resounding "NO!"
Once the track was uncovered, it was decided to hold another one. It has probably been 20 years since that track got any use. And this time, girls were allowed to participate!
It was such fun to watch the cars compete. I wish Aaron had kept his cars. Back in the day when he competed, his cars were always up against friends whose fathers worked on cars for a living. They knew their way around professional paint jobs. So while Aaron's cars were never the best looking, he had a father who knew how to make them fast. Aaron came away with a couple of trophies (he also asked if I had kept his trophies. I told him that I had given him the box with trophies a couple of years ago when they bought their own house and I decided we were no longer storing his things. Ha!)
I tried to get a good picture of the kids and their cars. Cooperation from two out of three--Ella (as is often the case) did not want to have her picture taken. She was only willing to make her "fake" smile. I should be happy I was able to get a real smile in the picture above.
photo via @thriftonblackstoneI had lunch with Janice and Angie the other day. Angie was here from the Bay Area to stay with Janice for a couple of days. We met at a new favorite restaurant, Heirloom. And Angie brought a burnt almond cake (famous in the Bay Area) to share because yesterday was Janice's birthday.
So anyway...we love the comic strip Pickles. I guess we identify with them because of our age right now. Anyway, I'll end with this...