August 16, 2018
11:13 p.m.

 

August 17, 1957
Mountain Home, Idaho
 Paul and Joyce Shablo

Some stories are more fun to write than others. Some stories fill you with gratitude with each word you type.

This is one of those types of stories.

Sixty-one years ago, in the merry, merry month of May, boy met girl. My father was in the Air Force and stationed in Mountain Home, Idaho. This just happened to be my mother's hometown. They met when they were set up as dates to other people--people they basically ignored for the rest of the afternoon while the talked and got to know each other.

Sixty-one years ago on this day, they married.

Over the next several years, they added five children to their family and set about raising some fine people. (We are!)

 

Today, sixty-one years later, they have five children, fourteen grandchildren, and seventeen great-grandchildren.

I would say they've contributed to the gene pool!

I don't know how to express the love and the gratitude I feel in having these two wonderful people in my life all these years.

How did I get so lucky? How do I explain how blessed I have felt all my life to have them as my parents?

 Paul &Joyce

Erma and Lawrence Aulbach, my mother's parents.

 




These pictures are some of my favorites in the world, and I just wanted to share this with you all. I am so very happy to say, once more, Happy Anniversary!

Sixty-one years is a long time, but we'll shoot for as many as we can get.

I love these people more than life.

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!!

What a Beautiful Couple!!

Happy 61st Anniversary!

Saturday, August 4, 2018
10:25 p.m.

Class of 1978 Get Together

Once Upon A Time-- forty years ago, for Heaven's Sake-- I was a kid. We were all kids. Of course, we had just graduated from High School, so we thought we were all grown up, but the truth is, we were kids.

Sigh.

It doesn't seem like forty years.

Photo by Lynnae Stice Seeley

There was a formal Class Reunion earlier this summer. It was held in Las Vegas, Nevada, and I am told that a good time was had by all who were able to attend. 

I was not one of those people. I had too many irons in the fire to add another trip and spend money I don't have, so I had to let that reunion pass me by. I know I would have loved it had I been able to go, though.

Anyway, it turned out that I was not the only one who would be unable to attend. One of my classmates decided we needed to have a get together in our own hometown so that everyone would have a second opportunity to see old friends. Tracy Mosley Miller arranged an informal gathering, and enough people got on board with it that it went from a bring your own bag lunch to a deluxe pot luck affair.

It all started with a meet and greet at the bar downtown on Friday night, where many gathered and ate sandwiches and had a drink or two while talking and laughing over old times. 

I tried, but there were a few people there who I failed to get pictures of. Darn it. 

The next day, we were blessed to have Tim Seeley to make us a marvelous roasted pig! For those of you who don't know Tim, let me just say that cooking is one of his great joys, and he is really, really good at it.

Everyone one else showed up with dishes to share, and no one went hungry. The weather was cooperative as well--it was a cooler day than we'd had all week, so it was pleasantly warm instead of stifling. 

             Our wonderful chef, Tim Seeley                                     Our ringleader, Tracy Mosley-

                                                                                                                  Miller

This is just a sampling of our graduating class. Cheyenne Frontier Days is a thing around here, and happened to fall in the same weekend, so we had competition. And I'm sure many of our classmates were otherwise occupied, because summer is BUSY. 

So, for those who came, it was great to see you! For those who couldn't make it this time, we missed you and hope to see you sometime soon!

We're getting up there, so let's not wait another forty years for the next one. 

See ya, Class of 1978.

P.S. I can name names if you want me to. Just let me know.

For now, Good-night!