Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Sunday, July 12, 2009

More Amazing Family Pictures

So tonight when I checked my email I had such a huge treat in store- the color pictures that were taken of us had been emailed to me!!!! What fun.

I love the expression on E and V's faces- and could two people look more alike than the two of them? It is almost enough to make you forget the gigantic and fabulous root action I've got going on- this had to have been before I got "touched up" although I've got to admit I just cannot remember.




And this picture is so sweet- the two of them are doing one of Vake's favorite activities- and I love how the picture is so crisp and clear- I am finally starting to understand why a better camera actually makes a difference.


This one's definitely not as good of Eric- I think his eyes are mostly closed, but I think you'd be hard pressed to find a sweeter picture of my little munchkin.






Wednesday, July 8, 2009

We Are Family!

Our friend, Jay White, gave us the fantastic gift of a family portrait- for those of you who know our house, I've got this dream of having the back hallway totally filled with black and white pictures- I've done most of one wall but haven't started underneath the banister. I think the temptation with the first child is to totally fill all the walls in his first couple of months of life- thus leaving you with no wall space for the first t-ball picture, etc...
Anyway, I think this picture of me is ok, but not great- but WHAT A GREAT EXPRESSION from little V! I mean, he is just hamming it up for the camera- so cute!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

My New Overalls

Today Vake is definitely wearing a "little boy" outfit- his first set of overalls. I understand that big Vake was a huge overalls fan- and speaking of which, if any of the Sampson relations can send me a picture of what the West Lane (?) Plumbing Overalls looked like, I think little Vake may be getting a pair that look like the ones that great-Granddaddy had...


Here's Vake with his Uncle Dennis!

And here he is practicing a figure skating move...

Once he and Dennis were finished with their doubles skating routine, Vake and I went outside and looked at the cars driving by and played on the new bench that Aunt Andrea and Uncle Rob gave us.

My little drool monster may be getting pretty close to getting his first tooth- the drool production has increased dramatically, something I didn't think was possible.



And who was staring at us through the window? That's right. Domingo and Stilly, his BFF.







Sunday, June 21, 2009

Vake's Cousin Domingo

Anne and Dennis have a new addition to the family, Domingo. Vake and little D, as the blog world knows, share the same birthday (mostly because Domingo's birthday was initially unknown so we could make it whenever we want.)

Today, little Domingo gave Vake some kisses...
...and stole Vake's pacifier...



...and was basically too cute for words.











Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Vake and Al's Excellent Adventure

I preface this post by telling you that, try as I might, I'm not all that good at taking pictures at events- I get wrapped up in the moment and wind up missing something.

As you all know, Vake and I went to visit E and his family in Seattle this weekend- I left after work on Thursday. I will tell you that traveling with a baby alone is about roughly 3.8 times more difficult than traveling alone.

To kick things off, my stroller and I set off some super TSA alarms, so both the stroller and I had to go into a special room to be specially searched- and Vake was S-T-A-R-V-I-N-G. So the TSA guy wound up feeding him. V didn't seem to care but the TSA guy was definitely ready to see the hind end of us.

We loaded up in Richmond, no problem. Vake was a total rockstar for the Richmond to Charlotte leg of the trip. So much so that I cockily called Anne on the phone and said, "We're rocking it out. No worries. I don't know why people say traveling with a baby is so hard. He's doing so well." Here is a backwards pic of naive, naive me and Vake.

Somehow, I totally managed to miss the "sleep window" for little V and he SCREAMED for four of the five hours that it took us to get to Seattle. It was like a scene from a movie. He also took in almost 72 ounces worth of fluid. It was unbelievable. As you can imagine, I wasn't happy and he wasn't happy. I was pretty happy to do the baby handoff to Eric when we landed. This picture shows how he looked and how I am sure I looked and I know I felt.

But once we got our Seattle legs, we had a great time. We walked around the city and went to the zoo. Vake and Eric got some good quality time together.

This is Vake's favorite new way to nap. Upside down in his stroller.

One of my favorite parts of the weekend was getting to see friends and family. This is where it becomes obvious that I am not a multitasker: that is, I cannot take pictures of friends and family while hanging out with them. Oh well. At least I got this cute one of Brad and Emily.


Here's little V on his way to some of our fun-filled activities. This was the carseat that came with the rental car.

And if the first plane ride wasn't enough excitement, little Vake rode in a supermarket cart for the first time. Pretty cute. What's even cuter is the reason this happened. Daddy "couldn' t carry beer and the baby at the same time."

Grandma Sue's retirement party was at a beautiful park overlooking a river- so fun. It was a cool day. I was comfortable in a sweater and FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A YEAR non-maternity jeans. I cannot tell you how happy it made me to be wearing a pair of jeans without a panel for a belly.
On the trip back from Seattle, Vake was like a new baby. No crying. He took two good naps. All the people on the plane LOVED him.

And then, when he got tired, I just put him down on the seat next to me and he was out like a light.












Monday, May 11, 2009

Guest Blogger- Left Bank Granny about Vake's great-grandmother, Mildred Goers Sampson

Here's interesting information that I got from Sue, Vake's grandmother about Mildred Goers Sampson. "Milly" is the wife of Reynold Vake Sampson, for whom our little Vake is named. Sue, thanks so much for getting all this information down- I've divided it into sections that seem logical to me. I've got a picture of Milly that was taken recently that I am going to try to add today.


Milly's Birth, the Move to Chicago and the Depression:

She was born on 27,May 1922 on a wheat ranch in Saskatchewan,Canada, to American parent Edith and Emil Goers. when she was about 4, her younger sister Evelyn was born with a cleft palate, so the whole familymoved to Chicago, IL, where doctors at Cook County hospital were performing surgery on infants with cleft palate and the related syndrome, "hare lip." Emil got a job finishing pianos, and Edith worked in a dry-cleaning shop.When the depression hit after 1929, the piano industry ended, and the familywas incredibly poor until Emil got a job in the post office, that he workeduntil he could retire. The family included five children, Edison, Arthur,Mildred, Evelyn and Walter. They were Missouri Synod Lutherans living in anIrish Roman Catholic neighborhood on the south side of Chicago, next to thestockyards. That was enough to get the Goers kids into fights: they accusedthe Irish Their neighbor across the street of being "idol worshipers," andgot into a few brick fights. Milly lost her front tooth in a brick fightwhen she was hit with what she called an "alley apple." The Salvation Armyvisited their neighborhood to bring children their Christmas gift. They gotan orange, and a choice of one toy. One year, Milly chose a statuette of ahorse. Another time, she chose paper dolls. Her brother Art tore the headsoff her paper dolls, so she filled his harmonica with salt and corroded itsreeds, ruining it. A neighbor across the street was a Port Commissioner whofixed her brother's driving tickets. A bomb went off on his porch one night.The dirigibile "Hindinberg" flew over one day, but try as she might, witheverybody pointing, Milly never did see it. Another neighbor was RichardDaly, who played music with her brothers, and who later became the notorious"Mayor Daly" of Chicago. Yet another set of neighbors who played guitarwith her brothers became known as "Flatt and Scruggs," bluegrass musicianswho did the theme from the movie "Deliverance."

Milly's Childhood:

But as a kid, Milly was as skinny as a rail, probably from malnutrition. The family ate oatmeal threetimes per day, with cinnamon at dinner time to make it special. Her mother,Vake's great-great grandmother, traded home-made bread for horse manure to a vendor who came through the neighborhood in a horse-drawn wagon, so she could fertilize a "Victory garden." The school district thought Milly was way too skinny, so they issued her a hooded sweatshirt and sent her to class in a "fresh air" room, where the windows were left open to let the wind blow off of Lake Michigan. When her brother Arthur developed aninfection in the mastoid area behind the ear, and this was before antibiotics, he had to have treatment at the Cook County hospital. Bothparents worked, so Milly was sent along to see that Art got to his appointment. They had 5 cents for the street car. Instead, they walked,and spent the money on candy. Art got three cents, because it was his ear.Milly spent her 2 cents on caramels, but had to give one to Art, because itwas his ear. Once a stranger stopped his car next to Milly as she played onthe street, and enticed her got get in. He drove her to a nearby cafe, bought her a bowl of chili, and drove her home again. To this day, she enjoys chili. She and Art went to the theater to see a Bella Lugosi horror flick, and were so scared that they held hands and ran down the center of 43rd street, all the way home. Milly loved to read, including Zane Gray andS herlock Holmes, but her mother would see her lamp reflected off the housenext door, and yelled at her to turn the light off. Then, she read under the covers. In 1933, she attended the Chicago World's Fair, and got in forfree on "freckle day" for anybody who had more than 5 freckles. She had so many that they let her cousin Murial come in with her, although Murial had none, because Milly had enough for them both.


High School:

When the depression began to alleviate, girls who had dropped out of school began to return to class,and created lots of conflict because they wore lipstick and plucked their eyebrows. Milly graduated from Inglewood High School, whose most famous graduate a few years later was Lorraine Hansberry, who wrote "Raisin in theSun." Milly completed a career tract in high school, and went to work as a private secretary who could type and who could take dictation in shorthand. Her first job with Spiegel catalogs was working nights, and she could not sleep days, so she was becoming badly run down, and her parents made her quit the job. She got another with Westinghouse, and dutifully turned overa portion of each check to her parents for rent. She saved enough forhorse-riding lessons.

World War II and "Ray":

When WW II broke out, many sailors were being trained at Navy Pier in Chicago. One day she and her cousin Muriel were bowlingwhen some sailors hooted and whistled and tried to pick them up. Milly was indignant, "We aren't dogs!" but discovered that Muriel was winking at thesailors. The guys caught up with them, and walked them home. A skinny guy from Oregon, Reynold Vake Sampson, to a shine to her. When they talked about flowers, and she was not familiar with daffodils, he took her to a florist but was horrified to learn that they wanted 25 cents per stem. He offered to take her to Oregon, some time, to see fields of daffodils in bloom. She was irritated from time to time when he came calling, because an Irish womanup the street would invite him in for a drink before he got to Milly'shouse, and he would accept. When he shipped out, he said he would write,and he did. When she turned 21, Milly enlisted in the Women's Army Corps.Before reporting to duty, she went west to Seattle to see "Ray," as they called him. They took a bus over the Cascades to Wenatchee to visit Vake's brother Gene, who was training flyers at Pangborn field. On their way back to Seattle, the brakes on their bus caught fire as they were winding downthe hills past the Snoqualmie falls. Eventually, she caught a troop train back to Chicago to report to duty, and "Ray" was sent to Pearl Harbor,Hawaii. Milly reported to duty and completed basic training at Ft. Worth,Texas. She and Muriel had enlisted together--now they had to choose assignments. Muriel chose to serve at the Pentagon,and eventually worked atthe Yalta conference. Milly chose active duty, and shipped out on theformer luxury liner, the Lurlene, to Australia. From there, she worked at New Guinea and the Philippines. While she was on a flight from Australia to New Guinea, her airplane developed an oil leak, and had to set down on thenorth coast of Australia near a village of reputed cannibals. Milly had herphoto taken with a big-bellied chief with his hair in a huge "'fro." When they departed the next day,the WACs thanked the locals for theirhospitality, and asked what they could do to repay the kindness. Theindiginous people asked for shaving mirrors, so the WACs left their compacts. In Manila, every night a Japanese bomber flew over, and the WACs ran from their tents to seek cover in grub-filled trenches. One day, thetroops partied and left a big mess. Commanders ordered all personnel to clean it up. Milly didn't drink and didn't smoke and wasn't about to cleanup after those who did. She sat at her typewriter pounding out work, angry smoke blowing out of her ears. A rumor persisted that a major weapon was going to end the war, and one day, it did.

Milly and Vake:

Milly was asked to go to Japan to serve in General MacArthur's army occupational army, but she got a note from Evelyn Sampson (wife of Reynold Vake's older brother John) that Reynold Vake Sampson had been discharged from the Navy and was seeing an old girlfriend. Milly took her discharge and hurried home. She and Reynold Vake Sampson were married in Chicago in January of 1946.She wore a knee-length dress with a nipped waist, high-heeled shoes, and a hat withartificial birds on it perched on the front of her head.

Milly and Vake have Sue:

They resumed civilian life at Bridge, Oregon, and I, the grandmother of Reynold Vake Blaine Martin, was born at nearby Myrtle Point, Oregon, a year and a half later. They were married for over 50 years until the end of his life in 1997. Sue has lived at Snoqualmie, where the brakes caught fire; and Sue has a house directly across the Columbia River from Pangborn field, where Milly visited Gene.

Milly today:

She will be 87 years old on May 27, and unfortunately, personality and integrity and wit and indendence and fortitude are hidden are lost in a miasma of Altzheimer's. But Sue has no doubt that she would be as pleased as Sue is to know that her first great-grandchild was named after her husband, and Sue's dad, Reynold Vake.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Shoutout to Anne Monroe

This is going to be a picture-free post, mostly because Eric and I haven't gotten organized and fixed my computer which has all of our pictures on it! But a HUGE shoutout to Anne Monroe, who is finishing her thesis today- I just got to read the first section and it is REALLY good.

I'd like to point out how amazing it is that she's finishing up her master's because she's also a physician who moonlights at the ER. She's also one of the best people I know. This week, in the midst of just trying to get finished up, she dropped everything and came to Virginia to visit our step-grandmother Louise. There are not a lot of people I know who are that selfless.

So here's to you, Anne Monroe!