July 1999, RWA National Conference, Chicago
July,
1999, RWA National Conference, Chicago
Ruth Owen and I standing in front to the giant Radial Flyer wagon at the Navy Pier. Gee, you can't even see the glisten of persperation on our faces after marching four blocks in 600 degree weather. Okay, so maybe I exaggerate. But not by much!
One of Chicago's Cows On Parade (the postage stamp cow, I guess) and moi in front of the Water Tower.
My grandmother at Whiskey Flats Days attired in nineteenth century costume she made. Pretty spiffy, eh? Notice she omitted the bustle. Her mama didn't raise any fools.
My grandfather, January,1927, Okmulgee, Oklahoma
Pretty dapper for a Texas rogue, don't you think?
London, England
Just little ol' me with a yeoman of the guard at the Tower.
My sister, Stacy, and yours truly. (She's the one wearing the fish-fin hairdo.) Between my bangs and Stacy's fish-fin, we both found other hair stylists as soon as we were old enough. We love ya, Mom, but please lose the scissors and the glue.
Idyllwild, California
Mom and Dad in their wild and crazy youth. Oh, those kids.
This is me, seeing my beloved husband off to his convention in Los Angeles. Ha! Just kidding.
It was New York.
