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A wonderful post Naomi and I relished all of it. That invitation card has everything about the thirties that I love - such fun and may I have a 'And what have you' please.
The little balcony caught my eye so I'm glad to see you on it in closeup.
Sad and unusual for your brother to be the one a little left out in the cold. Poor little boy.
I always think it is a comfort to have something tactile - like your slate and the ball to remind one of the past - a real touch stone.
I nursed many very sick children and always found them to be really special children and I can tell the difference in the photos before and after the illness. Thanks Naomi- I'd better get dressed.
I can certainly understand why you might share more about your illness as it clearly has had a significant bearing on your life. Delightful pictures of a special time and place for you with people so important. I think we do treasure such times, possibly wishing we might have had more years just like those. Thank you for so generously sharing your loved ones. Glad that Intern was paying attention to your illness.
incredible photo's naomi.. you have such a wonderful life story ! Thank you for sharing bits and pieces of it!!!
(what a gorgeous building!!!)
What a beautiful presentation!
I think it is very true that one person can have alot of influence on how we remember certain people, places, and things from long ago. For you, that was your mother - she made your house a home.
It is a shame that your parents divorced - you'd never know there were any difficulties from the family pictures.
It is not until one looks for your father in the photos that it may be surmised that he was not as involved with the children as your mother. Then again, he could have been the photographer!
Amazing that he went on to marry 4 times!!! LOL
I was 13 when my parents divorced and I have noticed that is when most of my photographs have ceased.
My Gran (mother's mother) was my greatest influence growing up and I prefer to remember many happy times shared with her. She lived to be 95 years old. No matter how many foster homes I ended up in, it was always Gran that welcomed us home again, no matter for how short or how long.
I just love your Farm. It oozes fun for children and welcoming to guests. What a wonderful childhood that you can relive over and over through your photo album.
Thank you for sharing it with us.
Marvelous stuff, Naomi. Again, thanks for sharing these memories and photos with the rest of us.
Your dearest Mother is not missing at all Naomi, she is always with you in your heart and blessing you from above ;)
I felt a glow whenever I read your wonderful memories, as if I was there literally.
They are so precious and hey, someone ought to keep an archive of them for future generation coz I for one, learn so much from you.
Have a wonderful weekend my dear friend.
Naomi, I always love the pictures and stories from your past. What an amazing life you've had!
What a beautiful house and how revealingly you write about the reality behind the gorgeous building. It's that way with us all, I think. The illusion is so much easier to see than the truth and how hard it is to face the truth.
Where do I begin? First of all, the Farm is beautiful. What an experience it must've been just to visit the place!
I love the patio picture with the house in the background and MaaMa. What a fun moment to capture in a photo! Your MaaMa looks like a spunky one sitting there in the middle of you girls...and living to be 99 1/3! Amazing.
The way you ended this post was so sweet and yet so sad. Sounds like your mother was the key ingredient that made the Farm what it was, a special place.
Dear Naomi - there is an award for you at my blog today!
It took awhile, but I got caught up all the way down to your July 4th post. Whew!!
I enjoyed seeing the contents of your party goodie bags, and some of the gifts you received. I love that you share such deep friendships with those ladies!!
That cake looked YUMMY to the max!!!!!!!!
By the way, I brought a huge box of chocolate truffles and handed them out to those at Blogstock. I think I may have gotten a few more people addicted to them!!
This post revealed a lot about you - your illness as a child, your feelings about your mom and your dad and them as parents. I felt sad when I looked at those photos of you standing on the balcony off the music room. You really did endure a lot as a little girl, both physically and emotionally.
That part about your body now looking like your mother's did then just made me chuckle. It may take time, but gravity and inherited genes DO take their toll - damn it!!!!!
It's good to catch up. It will take me a couple more days to get to everyone's blogs and leave comments. It felt like I was on a blog break for a long time, but it really wasn't that long. I guess I am just really used to keeping in touch with my blog buddies.
I may be coming to visit my brother in August, if I can work it out. This is not set in stone by any means, and if it does work out, I will let you know.
It would be great to see you again! I know I will get to visit again sometime.
Normally, I would not bring my insanity to bear on a site like this but, I am moved to say it is beautiful and thankyou.
I loved the poignancy where the 7-ball was presented to you. Gifts are so much more special when they are heartfelt.
After reading this post, I feel as if I have been sitting down with you on your sofa all afternoon, and we have been surrounded with photo albums and memories while you told me the stories of your childhood and family times at The Farm.
There's nothing like remeniscing with a friend who is interested in listening. Thanks Naomi, I enjoyed you sharing your memories with me. Maybe I'll share some of my childhood memories with you one day!
Naomi, that house is HUGE! It looks like a stately mansion to me. I know that you loved the farm and all it had to offer....The breaking up of a family is always hard, so it is only natural for you to feel a lose when you went to the house without your mother....
I love all the pictures especially the one with you on the balcony....
Sorry that you had to go thru that terrible illness, and that the young intern saved your life....
Thanks for sharing the stories of your life....I really enjoy reading them.......
Naomi, as we say in AA. "You share from the heart."
Just a wonderful post, Naomi! So lovely memories... so beautiful photos... Love all them, but I specially love the picture of you, on the balcony of the music room, overlooking the Valley! Your house looks stunning, a movie's house! Really you have a wonderful life story indeed!
Thanks for sharing your memories!
Have a nice weekend!
What special memories, thank you for sharing these! I think it is just amazing that you have the pool ball and slate from the Farm after all these years, what treasures they must be.
I can see such a remarkable difference in the before and after illness pictures of you, most definately.
Your grandma is amazing!!
I LOVED reading every word. What a magical place. You have such beautiful photos to capture your cherished memories. I became so curious whatever happened to Huckleberry Hill so I googled it and found it is now a (renamed) bed & breakfast. www.thefrenchmanor.com
Thanks so much for sharing your wonderful stories...
I loved this Naomi! That house is so grand for back all those years ago. Wouldn't it be great to visit it again? Don't you ever wish you could or would it bring back too many memories?
The picture of you on the balcony reminds me of a play!
Truly amazing reading all this and seeing the old photos! Very enjoyable!
Thanks for sharing your memories!
I can't believe you had a fever of 105!!
It's so interesting to hear the stories behind the pictures. Things are often different than they appear, aren't they?
I think it's such an important part of us to recognize the big events in our lives and realize how they changed us, or shaped us. You seem to totally get that. Your pictures are always great and your stories always leaving me waiting for....more to come!
Naomi, thank you for your comments regarding the UK Lifeboats, the RNLI crews are definitely a very rare breed of brave men indeed. I've posted a video postscript regarding the Lifeboats, it just shows what courageous men they really are! I think you might enjoy it!
Absolutely riveting, Naomi, you must earmark this one for the BOOK! That house is unbelievable, do you know who's living there today? Still the Kress family? Please tell me it wasn't torn down! I've been reading about Great Neck and the incredible people who lived there like F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, George M. Cohan, Oscar Hammerstein, the Marx Brothers, P.G. Wodehouse, W.C. Fields, etc. What a community!
The invitation card was just delightful for me. You know how I love the Fitzgerald years and everytime you talk about Great Neck I am just all caught up in your story! The house, oh your house was just beautiful. A castle!
It is so nice when you share your past like this. You have such an amazing story but Naomi the illness you had to suffer....bless your heart, what a miracle you are even here with us now. What all you went through...it is heart breaking.
I always love your stories about The Farm and those long-ago years. But I always detect that the memories are bittersweet. Such a gorgeous "mansion" that place was and a beautiful place to have built some childhood memories. I loved the invitation! And I saw from a commenter that the structure is now a B&B named, The French Manor. I knew it reminded me of a place in Europe. Really lovely.
Naomi- those are wonderful photos, and such interesting insights to you (once again) today. Thank you for sharing all this.
You know we've been blog friends for almost 3 years and I've enjoyed reading your post very much. You have have a great life story and a rich experience and how nice of you to share some from the good old days! How wonderful that you've taken your time to scan the pictures and share them with us too!
Its so great to see you with the family in the old times too!
Thanks Naomi :-)
Thanks for all the pics and the store of your time on the farm as a child. I love all that u share...I think many of us can relate to different things in each others lives...illness, divorse etc, they mold who we become ..how strong we are or arent in our lives. I think no matter what age, we seem to learn abit more of ourselves when we look back ...every one in awhile...as we get older, new things become alight...and our futures are hopefully become brighter because of it.
I love that you have the slate and pool ball. That's such a nice way to remember. Funny that it's French Manor Inn now.
Wonderful read as always.
The photo of you at thirteen is fresh faced and precious. You do look a little purged though. As though you had been crying before it.
Thank you so much for posting your story. My wife and I will be staying at The French Manor for the first time in July and it was so interesting to read your post on how it once was. I recall a cabin my parents had in Maine and after my father died, my mother no longer wanted to travel from Florida to Maine and sold it. Many years later I wanted to go back and visit but my wife, like you, thought it would be best to keep the memories and the pictures. Those were good times that I wouldn't want to replace. I hope you keep posting and considering your grandmother's longevity, you'll be around for quite a while :-).
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