Days I remember and a picture of my sisters? (maybe at least my kids think it is)…
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The kids are doing most of the slide scanning and put this one in family. I am not sure which one of their aunts they think is an alligator. I know there is no way they think their father is one.

Dad had an amazing eye for pictures.

Yesterday in an email from mom I learned something really new. Dad loved to take pictures but he didn’t often share them. Even with mom.

So some of the pictures I am posting here have never been seen other than by day through the viewfinder the first time and then may once when he picked them up.

Pristine unviewed. My apologies to my sisters for my children’s perceptions of you.


While in Bangkok Lynne and I went to an English school. We used to, on the high tide beach at Pataya play cricket. This image is of us playing cricket in 1972 Pataya Thailand.

I also played soccer and rugby. I was never very good at sports but I love watching them and learning the intricacies of the game. I can actually watch a cricket match to this day and understand what is going on. In fact on the weekends when I used to travel to Southeast Asia a lot I actually watched a few. One at the all Singapore Cricket club that was just a whole lot of fun (and a whole day, I did not make the entire weekend match).

We are diligently working to clean up some of the slides. As you can see the years (40+) haven’t been kind to all the slides.


Today we will end with a picture of my little sister and a slide. Who knows where that slide is. Somewhere between Southern Indiana, Wisconsin and Thailand. But the smile is evident (and does it bear resemblance to the first picture hummm?).

The sad thing is looking at the picture of the cricket game I remember them like they were yesterday. Dr. Weigand and his family had come to visit us in Thailand. I think it was just Dr. Weigand and his wife Tally. Later in life in my first teaching job I had a chance to work with Tally Weigand she was an amazing reading teacher. I think all of the adults in that slide except one are no longer with us.

A day I remember for them now.


Scott Andersen

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Paris in the winter…
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On our way to Bangkok in 1971 we stopped in Paris. Actually the first stop was our magical visit to Ireland (that I will never forget). The second stop was Paris so dad could prepare for his new job and role. I mentioned before we spent roughly 10 days there.

First picture is of course the first picture everyone takes when they get to Paris. I love how the fog so nicely outlines the Tower.

I don’t remember it raining in Paris my first visit there. I am sure it did because they picture points to not so nice weather. We were there just after Christmas in the city of lights.

I had so many plans while in Paris. Poor mom actually took me to all the places I wanted to go. And Napoleon’s tomb, twice.


Mom loved the French police as they directed traffic.

I suspect that is why dad took this picture. But he took a lot of pictures so you never know.

I don’t recall the moment of the last picture nor could I for the life of me tell you where my youngest sister is related to this picture.

What you see in this last one is the three of us in Paris. Lynne and I are wearing our Irish Wool caps. I loved that cap and of course landing in Bangkok didn’t get to ever wear it again. By the time I could wear it again I didn’t really love that cap. But for the moment of this picture I did still so love that cap.

The moments of your childhood impact the days of later life. What you remember and how you remember those moments are the things that help us keep the world straight.sheet0045

So while I do not remember the street. I do remember the City, Paris.


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Songkron day and annoying car riders…
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Songkron day or Thai New Year 1972. The goal – get as many people wet as you can. It was a fantastic day and I loved the entire day and concept.

There were many things that were scary about picking up and moving 12,000 miles away. The first was riding in an airplane for 12 hours. The second was landing in Ireland, in a place we had never been before and while the language was the same the world was different. It was an eye opening experience. We had lunch in a pub our first day in Ireland and the server asked my father “The boy will have a stout?” It was a question for dad, and the first time in my life someone asked if I wanted a beer. Dad said “no.”

We also, in Dad’s first experience driving on the wrong side of the road ended up side swiping a car. I don’t remember if it was the policeman’s car or if the policeman was in the pub dad walked into to find out whose care it was. But I do remember him swiping the side of a parked car in his first international wrong side of the road driving experience.


Phoebe and me in front of the house on Dunstan Drive. This would probably be circa 1973 after we had gotten back from Bangkok. We moved into this house in 1968. We had lived at that point in Bloomington for two or three years. Our first residence was Hoosier Courts. I’ve mentioned that before. The second place we lived was an apartment in Tulip Tree.

This was the first house we had in Bloomington Indiana.

Off to the right of this picture was the neighborhood park. It was probably 5 acres in size. We had basketball and tennis courts at one end of the park. The other end was an open field and at the edges of that field there was a creek that ran alongside the park. That was the territory we played in all those years ago. It was huge expanse of area and we ran freely through all of it.


Inside our blue Mercury station wagon. This was the family do everything car for many years. The third seat folded down so you could use it for stowage. Dad had them install seatbelts in the 3rd seat. Even in 1969 when he got the car dad was a seatbelt believer.

I can remember getting into friends cars in the 1970’s and buckling my seatbelt. I remember parents and even my friends looking at me sometimes and some of them even asking me “Why are you wearing a seatbelt.” I am wearing a seatbelt because my dad told me to.

He in the long run was right about that. I guess in the end dad was right about a lot of things. The station wagon was the scene of some of Lynne, Barb and I most epic battles. Mom and dad would always say “Don’t make us pull this car over.” Or my personal favorite “don’t make us turn around.”

They tried everything over the years. As you can see Barb’s car seat was huge. But nothing stopped us from arguing, fighting and in the end being an all around trio of annoying car riders.

“Sorry mom.”


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The amazing picture of my little sister courtesy of Dr. Hans O. Andersen. He had an amazing eye for photos. I think to a degree that the reality of digital cameras takes away some of the artistry for some of us. I can take 100 pictures where dad could only take 1 or 2.  It makes for more pictures of an event but in the end less quality.

Pictures like this one pack memories into such a small space. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Some are in fact worth more. Some of priceless captures of moments that in the end will never be seen again except on the digital or printed paper.

By the weekend we may be as much as 1/4 of the way through the slides. As I have said for the past few days it has been an amazing experience so far.


Mom and my sisters in the pool that was in our apartment complex in Bangkok. We lived at the end of Soi 12 on the 4th floor. The image is reversed. I suspect dad took this from our balcony/porch of the apartment looking down.

We loved that pool. There were days it was so hot I would come home from school and just walk right into the pool not even changing into a swim suit, just in my school clothes. I suspect we spent a long time in that pool.

Mom grew up on a lake in Wisconsin so she was always in the water in the summer.


There are both my sisters in the pool together. I think Barb learned to swim and walk at virtually the same time. Probably not (it’s a joke) but it felt like it.

We spent a lot of time in that pool.

Ah memories.

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More photo trips down memory lane….
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That is a picture of Phoebe Kuma our Newfoundland. She was without a doubt the best dog of my childhood. Every dog I’ve ever had the pleasure of living with was special. Phoebe spent most of her time plotting the overthrow of mom’s reign of terror. I will never forget mom’s horror when she pulled down a delicious carrot cake from the top of the cabinet in the living room with a ton of guests and it was half eaten. You could clearly see where Phoebe had eaten half the cake, leaving only the visible half. Clearly dog chewed. Mom was horrified. Phoebe just looked happy.


There is me with Phoebe in our old backyard 1523 Dunstan Drive.

The slides we are scanning are a wealth of information. Its so fun to go hand pick a couple of them to share with the world. Some of these images haven’t been seen in 20. 30 and 40 years.  Dad was very picky about the images he took and the images he shared. Sometimes I think he was far to hard on himself about the images he didn’t share.


My sister Lynne in 1972 on her way to Thailand.

The trips down memory lane are fantastic.


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1000 down, 8200 to go…
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Dad did so love his apples. This was probably before a cider making session. There was something magical about getting together as a family and making cider. First off it made you realize that most cider has a huge protein component. (as in 200 or more bees if you aren’t careful). But there is something about the family moment.

I am continuing my campaign for another bridge across the Potomac. Surely there is a place near the current 495 bridge we could slide another bridge over the historic C&O canal and relieve congestion there. I do understand the preservation requirements of the canal and support that 100% (besides Dylan would bite me – he loves the canal walks). But we could build a bridge near the current 495 crossing that created an Ezpass bridge. Pay an extra $2 and you can cross the express bridge. You could even build it right next to the current bridge or under it.

Or those long promised flying cars so we could stack traffic vertically and of course no longer be bound to the specific width of the bridge. I am just saying.


A picture of Matt relaxing in Mom and Dad’s old kitchen. A lot has changed since that picture was taken.

Its been fun digging through all the old pictures. We’ve gotten 1000 slides scanned in a little over 10 days. At that rate we are looking at roughly a 93 day project. Hopefully the kids can speed up the scanning a little.

Just need to get all the scans into a single drive (and then make a lot of copies of that drive).


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What will we do with 250,000 pictures?
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For those of you who know me, the picture could be from any age. In this particular case it is a picture my father took when I was somewhere between 9-11 years old. I do not recognize the building behind me so I can’t pin point it more than that.

We’ve scanned roughly 1000 of the 9000 slides. Between that and the nearly 2000 digital pictures of dad’s we found I have to say the project is a lot bigger than original estimated.

I suspect the scope creep is my fault.

The more I look at that picture the more it looks like the dark object in the back is a door.

It does however bring a non-family but family topic to bear. How do you organize a digital life? My father left between 8500 and 9300 slides (plus or minus based on courting and a few slides that are dudes). He left another 2500 to 4000 digital pictures. Once our project is done I am back to my problem of four years ago now – The Syncverse.

I will fold those 11,000 to as many as 13,000 digital pictures into a collection of more than 90,000 digital pictures and another 200 or more videos (not counting the 40 compiled video’s now on DVD of family events). How do you organize a fully digital life? At the rate I am going I will be well past 100,000 pictures. With Flickr, Photo bucket and Facebook being the only places I really heavily display things (the occasional Washington DC traffic photo appears on instagram by me).

In the concept I developed (The Syncverse) there is a nice compilation of your digital life organized by professional and personal. Many of my traveling pictures are professional but taken to share with my family. It was never real, the cool things I saw until I got to share them with my family. They make the travel real – because I traveled for work and work was to keep my family happy and safe.

It will take us between 150 and 200 hours of work to actually scan all the slides. In the end well worth the expended time. But what happens when you get to a place where someone has 250,000 pictures or more. Thousands of hours of video. Or they have the sixty second camera on their life for a year (it takes a picture of what you are doing every 60 seconds).

What do you do with a vast digital archive?

In the end the Myverse, Syncverse software cannot come fast enough.


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Post 79: A new journey begins…
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I realized over the 78 posts made to honor my father that he had a wonderful life and frankly he made my life better as well. Thanks dad – thanks mom for all the help and support over the years.

There is a mountain in Thailand that has a thousand steps (or maybe 500 I never actually counted them). Each of the steps has a life lesson carved into the stone. The lesson I have learned these past 78 days is always remember what is important to you.

sheet0143We lived in a magical country and frankly it changed me personally. I learned that as human beings we are in the end all different. That we are different yet are the same. The world doesn’t change much. Those who live by the water enjoy fish. Those who don’t live by the water have grains, bread and other things that grow there. In the end though we are all part of something much bigger than ourselves.

I learned that in a British school in Bangkok Thailand. That I was less unique than I thought I was. That I was more like the people around me than I had imagined. Often we struggled to communicate but in the end we were so very similar.

As we scan the thousands of slides from my father and grandfather I am touched by the artistry of both of them. I wish I could see with the camera’s eyes what they could.

I think now that 78 posts only covers a year each of his life. I could do 78 posts of the things he used to say. I could do 78 posts of the different smiles my mother had. Strained sometimes by tenuous humor and open and happy in others.

Instead I cast to the Internet this picture of my parents. Formed from the words of a 79 posts. Perhaps more posts are coming, perhaps more pictures dug from 42 years ago, from a different land. Perhaps there are newer pictures to be shared as well. Of Christmas day and birthdays. Grandchildren running the house like crazy people. Dogs chasing dogs and chasing Max the cat.

Each picture a thousand words. Each blog perhaps another 500 words. Each word carrying a tiny memory with it beyond where I am. Perhaps to where the trailblazers are now.

There are more than 78 posts with words. More than 1000 wrap up blogs.

My father called me Tiger. It was his term of endearment for me. I called my daughter Jaguar. She adopted that as her name for many years. Carrying on the tradition started by my father. I wonder what my children will call their children.

.your loving son

Post 78: Talking to dad…
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This picture is from Singapore 1972. Mom and dad spent a long weekend in Singapore while we were in Thailand. I suspect mostly because poor mom was stuck at home with all the kids all the time.

I have now posted one blog for every year my father was alive. He passed on June 4, 2014. Dad’s health wasn’t the best the last few years but his smile stayed and his wit remained.

Over the years I have learned many lessons from my parents. Sharing some of the stories of my life with dad has helped me. I’ve gotten tons of emails from former students of dad’s that I knew personally sharing other stories. How they got their first teaching job as much for the recommendation given by Dr. Hans O. Andersen as anything. How when things went wrong in their lives they could come back to his office at Science Education and find a path again that led them forward.

Sure my dad and I, or for that matter my mother and I and frankly a few times both of my parents and I have disagreed. It is as much the job in the natural order of the young of the species to separate and be different to a degree. Certainly you never fly in a pattern that allows the predator an advantage but maybe you fly 3 centimeters to the right. You know, just to show your parents that in the end you are different.

My mother’s father, my grandfather ray was a great influence in the early years of my life. He passed away in 1996 and I found myself asking him questions for many years after that. What would grandpa have done. In the last few weeks I now catch myself still asking myself what my grandfather would have done but now when that part is answered I find myself thinking what would dad have done.

I can still ask mom and in fact did ask her what I should do recently. But the other two influences in my life are gone. I have to remember the lessons they taught me over the many hours we spent together. I think in the end that is the another gift a parent can leave their child. Not the inability to decide but to have a library of advice and guidance so when they do have to make a hard decision you are there with them. Guiding them regardless of the phyiscal plain. Rather that you have built a system of memories that tied together will help them decide.

78 posts isn’t enough to say thank you to my parents. I will post more memories and more scans of 40 and 50 year old slides. I will not post the slides of me as a baby – but there are many other slides to be scanned. Many people who are no longer with us but are still a part of us.

Thanks mom for always being there.

Thanks Dad and Grandpa for still being there.

.your loving son…

Post 77: some of dad’s photography and barbed wire…
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Dad loved capturing moments with the camera. This is in our living room at 1910 Chelsey Courrt Bloomington Indiana. The very young girl in the picture is my MUCH YOUNGER youngest sister. It was probably 1976 when the picture was taken.


There is another picture of the same person but 3 years earlier in Thailand. Dad’s photographs were often of these moments.

The two of his pictures shared today may not have seen the light of day for more than 20 years. Yes she is wearing the same color – Barb loved yellow when she was little.

I skipped post 76 because I can count and yesterday was 75 for the second time.

Dad bought an additional 5 acres of woods behind their farms. He called the Farms Andersen Acres. (he had AA on the barn – all of us begged him to take the initials down and spell it out to avoid confusion but dad decided that was the name and well once that decision was made there wasn’t a lot of room to argue with him.). He decided to wanted to run Barbed wire fence along the one side of the new property. There was a reason why no one had run that line before the area was hilly and it took us most of a day just to get the posts in. I didn’t realize how tricky Barbed wire was, you see it in the movies and as you drive along the roads and you never think about it.

It cuts through leather gloves and hands pretty effectively.

But we got the fence in. It had a couple of places where it stretched over a ravine. So in the end anything that wanted to cross the fence line simply had to walk to the two or three of the ravine stretches and crawl under. But it was a fence dad and I built.

That was also the last time I EVER worked with Barbed wire.

.your loving son