Willow Cover Mt. Airy Cincinnati around 1998/1999


Jacqueline standing in front of the refrigerator in our new house on Willow Cover in Mt. Airy Ohio. Mt. Airy is on the very edge of Cincinnati proper. We lived in Western Hills before that. I remember hating traffic then – there were times when I would travel 20 miles to work and it would take 40 minutes.

Last night it was 31 miles and 2 hours 10 minutes. I miss the old days of Cincinnati traffic! This picture was when she was still Jacqueline. In particular at this time she had not even adopted the Quarter middle name. I was calling her Jaguar as my nick name for her by then, Quill Bean, the name we called her when she was younger was now long past.


The living room at Willow Cove. We had a TV there for the kids and another one in the family room. We actually turned the living room into a kids space for the boys. Great picture of my dad and I both looking down and paying attention to something else.

Nick is engaged in what I am looking at as well. I think it was a camera in both cases. Much like my parents did, I moved furthest away from everyone else in the family. Mom and dad were in Bloomington, Lynne was in Greenwood and Barb stayed in Bloomington. I ended up in Cincinnati Ohio and now finally in Maryland. Mom and dad moved the furthest in mom’s family. In dad’s family it was pretty much everyone moving from California to Maine.


I can’t tell you over the years how many people have said to me “I want twins. You get it all done at once. Two kids, one pregnancy and wham you are ready to roll family style.”

It isn’t that way. No sleep the first year. They are wonderful kids and I love them both but they are also approaching college. Where once you would have one kid, and therefore one budget to plan now you have two. I think twins are harder than the mythos would tell you.

Here are they in the kitchen (other side from the picture with Jakki) of the house in Willow cove. To the left is big sister checking on da boys.



One place I know, two places I do not. But I KNOW ALL THE PEOPLE!!!!!!


Bubbies on the chair. There are a few pictures of the boys on that red chair. Mostly as they got a little older. This one is from our house on Willow Cover in Cincinnati Ohio. That was a house we designed and had built for us. I do miss that house at times.

We had a recliner all the way back to our house on Shafer Avenue in Cincinnati. We moved to having sectionals in Cincinnati. We still have a recliner but it is pretty beaten up. I had a blue massage recliner for many years. It was Jake’s favorite place to sit and watch Shining Time Station. She would extend the recliner leg out and sit on that watching the show. I had to be sitting on the chair, and wasn’t allowed to not be on the chair. She did at least allow me to read.

unsorted048I love to take pictures of people taking pictures. I think I get that from my father but there aren’t that many pictures of him taking pictures of people taking pictures of him. But when dad started taking pictures not as many people had cell phones, point and shoot and other cameras. That is mom holding the Video Camera. From back in the days when a video camera was a hearty endeavor.

I should ask mom what happened to all her old VHS tapes. May want to convert them to digital now. Image taken on one of our many expeditions but it doesn’t look like mom and dad’s house. Maybe cottages at Lake Ripley?


Starting in front is Jakki. Then you have Mom and my sister Barbara seated on the couch and Becca reclining on the recliner. I recognize the place as somewhere I have been but I couldn’t tell you where it was or is.

The sad reality of photographs you don’t quite recall. You know the place. you know the moment. But you can’t for the life of you remember the what and the where. I know the who. I recognize the faces. But the where escapes me. Perhaps this is Lynne’s house in Greenwood? It might be that.


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What will they say? What song of today will they play and say that was who they were? What building will still stand that we use today, tomorrow?


In 1976, the National Science Teachers Association had its convention on the East Coast. As part of dad going to that we made a spring break swing through the east coast.

Philadelphia, Colonial Williamsburg ending up in Washington DC. The biggest thing for me that spring was the perfection quest of the Indiana University Basketball team. We were watching the games at night in the hotel room as the Hoosiers moved through the tournament.

This image was one of dad’s from Colonial Williamsburg 1976. That was a great trip between the basketball and the sights. That 1976 Indiana Hoosiers basketball team remains the last undrafted national champion at 32 and 0. I loved watching that team play. In close games they found ways to win. When the other team couldn’t stay with them on the floor, they won going away. They passed the ball with precision. The motion offence of Coach Knight was at its best. It was basketball clinic every time they played.


The main drag of Colonial Williamsburg. I took the family there to see it in 2012. It was the same now as it was then. Of course when you are talking about the recreation of something that was that is the way it should be.

What was should pretty much be what is. They have done a great job in maintaining the colony. Such a different world people lived in 200 years ago. Harder by a factor of 10. Different as well in that they worked hard physically for many more years than we do now. Excursive wasn’t a choice or a daily option, it was the way of life.


Built to last. Inside the governors mansion at Colonial Williamsburg. They, the colonists didn’t build these buildings to last 200 plus years. They built them to live in. They did the best they could so that the buildings would be there for their lifetime.

What will future generations preserve of us? What are the memories they will have of this time? I wonder about that sometimes. Will they have computers lined up showing how primitive we were? Cellular phones that you had to carry instead of embedded. Or computers that had pens so you could input data, instead of just think it. Who knows, it is however a very interesting excursive.


What will tomorrow remember about today?

A fall day picking Apples…2003

First off congratulations to the Indiana Hoosiers Football Team 4-0 for the first time since 1990. My dad would be really happy right now. He loved IU Football and Basketball.


There is something to be said for mowing in comfort. There is also nothing like a John Deere green mower or tractor. In the ‘burbs you don’t see many riding mowers. I think if we had one we could get it in gear and then have to rapidly turn to avoid the end of our yard.

But when we lived in Indiana we had over a 1/2 acre and I loved mowing the yard on my tractor. It was relaxing. Mowing with the push mower down by the pond was not relaxing. But that is a different problem. That was trying as much to avoid the occasional Natrix Americanus as anything.

This particular image came from an Apple Orchard trip in 2003, somewhere between Indianapolis and Richmond Indiana.


Yes I learned photography from my father. Who, I found out during the Family History scanning project (this is the family history blogging project now) that in fact my father had learned from his sister Barbara who was and award winning photographer.

I love taking odd pictures. Looking at the world through different eyes. This the sky above the apple tree. I suspect I should talk to Sandler Boggs about that, possibly he hears a poem in the rustling of the leaves and the view of the world from downside up.

The apple orchard had a petting zoo and a little pond you could walk around and then go pick your own apples.


I can hear my grandpa Ray in the back of my head – why are you paying to pick apple’s for the farmer, you pay the same amount for picking apples as you do for already picked apples.

They had a corn maze (it is after all in Indiana) and a hay bale tunnel and fort. I think those are ubiquitous through Indiana apple orchards. I don’t remember but I probably played on them at this age as well.

Going to Melton’s (in Bloomington) was a big deal. Dad would always let us get lot’s of apples and my personal favorite apple butter. I have always liked Apple Butter for some reason. It just tastes better than Jelly or Jam. I guess I am like my father an Apple lover!


Apple Lover…

Once a Rain Gauge always a Jaguar.


Yes, I am a weather geek. Came by it honestly from my father. This is my manual rain gauge. I do have two more that are IoT devices. One connects to a weather station that I broadcast from time to time. The other connects to a NetAtmo station that is always broadcasting.

My father was a weather geek. He always had a weather station in his office. both at the university and at home. He taught me very early on why the reading in the city is different than in the suburbs. Living in Indiana he taught me the subtle differences between low pressures. The ones that are huge drop the barometric pressure quickly. The ones that are less powerful don’t.

I have shared before that as a small child I was terrified of thunderstorms. Dad helped me through that with his stories of giants bowling. I was never afraid of the storms after that. It always makes me laugh. Later as I was older and dad didn’t like to air condition the house, the loved Thunderstorms for the blast of cool air they would bring in the summer.


Our last Christmas in Indiana. December 2010. This is the living room of our home in Eagle Trace. It was a lot larger than than our current house. It was also cheaper than the house we are in now. DC is a lot more expensive for real-estate than Indiana.

The picture has Jakki on the right and Luke in front of the fireplace. On the couch is Fran. I miss Fran. She was our first Labrador. We raised her from a puppy and she happily moved with us to Maryland. She died two months before my dad did in 2014. It made for a really tough emotional time that year.

Jakki always  put a bow on Fran’s head every Christmas.


When we moved to Maryland Jacqueline began to grow into the phenomenal person she is. I had a goal of teaching her very early on to be independent and to not be a girl/woman but a person first. She has exceeded my goal by a factor of 100.

This picture is from the cruise ship in August. Chuck’s Cellar was an image I couldn’t pass up. Jakki switched her name as she grew up a number of times. Her first addition to her name was quarter. She started calling herself that when she and I started collecting state quarters. Then she started going by the name I called her when she was little “Jaguar or Jags” as she entered middle and high school. When she moved to Maryland she picked up the nickname Chuck. Hence this picture for her, of her Cellar somewhere off the coast of Hawaii. I am very proud of all four kids. They are interesting and unique people in their own rights.


Proud Papa

Memories of the Farm…lost in time, lost in space.

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Dad designed this volleyball court at the farm. We dug the post holes and put in fairly substantial 4 by 4’s and then strung the net between them. I love playing volleyball at events. I am not a good team volleyball player. I tend to freelance too much. I played on a team when I was younger but I like yard volleyball not organized volleyball.

You learn volleyball in Gym as a kid. Some people are perfect fits for the team version of the sport. I was like that with baseball. I wasn’t the best hitter on the team or the best at fielding but I could play and understood how the pieces worked together. I guess I never understood how the pieces fit with volleyball.

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The Farm as I have said before had two ponds. One was dry but once had been full the other was full and was full of wildlife. Mom was willing to share her farm with everything except snakes. Snakes would cause mom to well for lack of a better term freak out. One day I came out to the farm on a weekend. My sister Barbara and my mother were outside in the yard. When I got there I asked how they were doing. They said Dad was off on an errand. I then said well let’s go inside. They said they couldn’t go inside there was a snake in the laundry room.

Until I got the snake out of the laundry room they were staying outside. That poor snake (a common black snake) was more scared of the house and the machines then mom and Barb were of it, but I ushered it back outside. Dad put a big AA for Andersen Acres on the barn. We tried to tell him AA had other meetings but he wouldn’t hear of it.

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Down in the bottom part of this picture is Frosty. Her name was Frostella sometimes Andersen. She was our first Great Pyrenees. Duo was our second. Frosty was literally the only mentally unstable dog we ever owned. As a four year old dog she decided she didn’t like fences and never stayed in the fence again. She was a good dog but was completely independent.

Fall is when I miss Indiana. Maryland has leaves and they change as well but somehow it isn’t the changing of childhood. I remember June’s and chasing fireflies. I remember the leaves changing color in the fall. I do remember Frosty as well. She was the most independent dog we ever owned. Didn’t need people at all. A true sheep dog.


Memories of the farm…

Kodak Moments, Kodak 110 Instamatic Camera.

They are here with us for such a short time. But in that time they love us with all their hearts. album329It is a pure love and one that you never forget. Macgregor was our Collie. Well he was the family Collie, he was dad’s dog. He loved dad more than anything on earth. My dad took this first picture but I love it so much. The rest of the pictures in the blog come from my Kodak 110.

This picture is of my sister Lynne in the foreground and mom in the background. They are on the lawn of the lake house of my Grandpa and Grandma Johnson. Mom spent a lot of her childhood in that house and we spent a lot of time there over the years.

Mac was only with us for 3 years. I remember the day he died. I cried for hours. Dad said to me “don’t cry Mac wouldn’t want that.” so I spent the rest of the day sniffling instead of crying. I think dad wanted to cry as well. He loved Mac and Mac loved him. He was an amazing dog. My memories of the first dog we had (Anna Banana) a Dachshund are limited. I remember calling her to my room after bedtime one night but not much more. Mac I remember vividly.


Picture taken with a Kodak Instamatic 110 camera. My first camera and there in the bright coat my sister Lynne. In the backyard of our house in Sherwood Oaks Bloomington Indiana. And the dog, Aunt Phoebe Kumar. our Newfoundland.

She, Phoebe, was the dog of my childhood. If you love dogs there is a dog that represents where you are at various times of your life. Phoebe was our second mother. She was our pal and she was the most amazing dog. She was with us for only 8 years but in that time she changed both what I thought I dog was, but also what a dog could be. A gentle giant who loved everyone in the family. But she and mom had a bond that was scary. Like I said, Phoebe often acted in Loco Parentis when mom wasn’t around. Sometimes even when mom was around.


Hamlet’s Castle in Denmark. Well legend is the Castle Shakespeare based Hamlet on. Image taken with the Kodak 110 Instamatic. It was dark enough that the shot was ambitious. I could digitally clean it up a bit but it misses the challenge of the photograph.

We got the cameras Lynne and I on the way home from Thailand. To record mom and dad told us, our memories of the journey. I have pictures of India, Afghanistan and Denmark and then having Christmas at my grandparents when we returned to the states. It was an amazing gift and one I will never forget. I got to choose what I remembered. Its funny though, many of the pictures I took I took because my dad took one just like it before me. I also wanted more than anything on earth to be like my dad. He was and is my hero. He and my grandfather were the two men I so wanted to be like. Both were smart, interesting and politically they couldn’t have been more different.


images from my Kodak