Photograph Showcase: Adorable in his Knickers


PETERSON, Ronald as young boy in knickers

Ronald Skeen Peterson


This adorable boy is my Grandpa, Ronald Skeen Peterson.  There are so many things about this photo to love – his suit, especially the knickers, his socks, the big smile, the tip of his head, the details of the curtains in the background.  It’s just a great picture that puts a smile on my face.



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Photograph Showcase: Finding the Original of a Favorite Photo

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I LOVE this darling little photo of my Grandpa from 1931.  I love his happy smile, that jaunty tie, and the cute little tip of his ankle.  I’ve seen this photo in several places – my dad’s Book of Remembrance created by his mother, my Grandma’s Book of Remembrance, and in bundles of favorite photos that my Grandma made copies of for loved ones.  This is a well known photo for me.

I was sooooo delighted to find the original of this precious photo.  The color difference was a bit hard for me to adjust to.  So I played with a few filters in Photoshop.  Which do you like best?

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The original – there is some discoloration seen throughout the photo.

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This filter is called “Black and White Beauty”.

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This filter is called “Pioneer Woman Black & White”.

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This filter is called “Lovely and Ethereal”.

I don’t normally use photo filters on old family photos.  But something about the state of this photo seemed to call for a little editing.  Which do you like best?  How do you feel about filters and old family photos?  Are you a photo purist?  I like to edit out scratches, tears, dust, and other damage, but I usually leave the color alone, unless it is orange from an old magnetic album.  The orange is too much for me to leave alone.


Happy Thursday, I hope you make a delightful photo discovery today!


All filters are courtesy of the Pioneer Woman and can be found here.



ps – You may have noticed my absence in reading, commenting, and responding these last few weeks.  I have been on a WILD and rewarding DNA ride that I hope to be able to tell you all about one day.  Let’s just say, when they warn you that when you DNA test you might find a family secret – well, I can now attest to that being completely true.



This Sunday – The Best Mother’s Day!


My missionary son has been gone for almost 9 months!  He emails every week and sends photos and videos.  He is doing great!  He loves people and loves to serve and that pretty much sums up how a missionary spends their time.  In the picture above he is second from the right holding a fire extinguisher.  This group of missionaries is helping restore a home that was badly damaged due to severe weather.

On Sunday, my missionary will get to Facetime with us for Mother’s Day!  Hooray!!  Missionaries call home twice a year, on Christmas and Mother’s Day.  I’m excited to get to talk to my boy.  I’m feeling a bit nostalgic for how quickly the years pass, so here are a few shots of my oldest.  ❤

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That boy of mine had a rough introduction to the world.  He was born 11 weeks early and weighed 2 1/2 lbs.  He spent the first 7 weeks and 2 days of his life in the NICU.  He is 3 days old in this photo.


Here we are on a fun little family stay-cation exploring historical pioneer sights around Salt Lake City, Utah.  August 2010


First day of school photos, August 2011.


Hanging out at the base of Bridal Veil Falls, August 2012.


Family photo shoot, Spring 2013.


Same photo shoot.


Senior pics, spring 2016.


Last family photo shoot for a few years, August 2016.


Last photo with all three of my boys for a few years, August 17, 2016.

Happy Mother’s Day!  ❤ ❤ ❤



A Nurturing Time of Year


It’s that time of year.  A time for planting and as a mother of school age children, a time for transitions.  Transitions from one school experience to summer.  A saying goodbye, a moving on, a time for nurturing from the mama bird.  And if all of that weren’t enough, one of my fellas is actually preparing to leave the nest.

So I’m busy nurturing my flowers and my people.  My blogging will be sporadic until school starts back up in late August.  I’ll be around when I can.

Here are some images of my porch.  We’re mostly off to a good start.  I have two containers that aren’t very happy.  I think the snails are having a grand old time with them.  Hopefully I can get that under control.

I’ll try to remember to post photos at the end of the summer.  My porch looks AMAZING by the end of the summer.  Well, by June actually, but it just keeps getting better all summer long.

Happy Wednesday!  I hope you make a fabulous genealogy discovery today!!


Tell Me a Story – Swimming Grandpa

Tell Me a Story

Tell Me a Story Challenge :

Choose a person.  Then do any or all of the following:

  • Make a list of the top ten stories about this person, a word or phrase will do.
  • Choose one story and tell a compelling, short version that will interest your family members in one minute or less.
  • Tell a more detailed version of that story including photos if you have them.

Note:  I’ve decided to reverse the order in my post.  If you are reading this, you like stories so I’ll start with the full story, then the bite-sized story to hook my family members, then the list of ten stories.

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My Grandpa is the man on the left, my dad is on the right, my sister and brother are on their shoulders.  I am in the back, seen between my siblings.  The other children in the pool are cousins.

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My Grandpa in the hot tub with a bunch of the grand kids.  We loved to see who could hold their breath the longest.

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Look at all those granddaughters!  My grandparents had only sons, then only granddaughters until my brother, the seventh grandchild, was born.  In the end, 17 grandchildren, 5 grandsons.

My grandparents had an indoor swimming pool and hot tub.  Usually an indoor pool means a big fancy house.  My grandparents had a nice, but modest, older home in Logan, Utah.  My grandmother had health problems.  It was suggested that she swim daily so the pool was built.

As a kid, the indoor pool was a favorite part of visiting Grandma and Grandpa.  We would swim all day long taking the shortest possible meal breaks we could get away with.  Grandpa was the self-appointed, designated adult swimmer.  He would play water volleyball and basketball with us, have camel fights with us, judge our diving competitions, watch our holding our breath competitions to declare the winner, help with the dive for the sea shells or diving rings on the pool bottom games, play Marco Polo, and best of all “Here we go to say hello.”

“Here we go to say hello” was Grandpa’s group soothing game and we loved it.  It was his, we’ve-played-every-other-game-and-everyone’s-getting-tired-and-I-better-calm-this-down-game.  At least, that’s how it seemed to me.  We would all grab onto him and he would walk around the pool singing, “Here we go to say hello, hello chair.”  Then we would all say, “Hello chair.”  Then off we would go, Grandpa walking through the pool singing until we stopped and said hello to something else.  We said hello to all sorts of things – towels, sea shells, the clock, the basketball hoop, Grandma when she poked her head in to check on us.  We loved that game.  I loved gliding around the pool, holding onto one of my very most favorite people in the whole world, singing and laughing with my siblings and cousins.

I had a swimming Grandpa.  He was the sort of Grandpa who wore himself out for us, spending hours on end in the pool.  He loved me completely and I knew it.  I am one lucky girl.

One Minute Story:

My Grandparents had an indoor pool and Grandpa would swim and play games with us for hours on end.  My favorite game was “Here we go to say hello.”

Top Ten Stories List for my Grandpa (stories specific to my personal memories of him):

  • Swimming Grandpa
  • Last Sunday lesson
  • Repentance
  • “He’s my best friend”
  • “I think you can go a little over the speed limit”
  • “Either I’ll wake up and see the face of my sweetheart or my sweet mother”
  • Ice cream before dinner
  • Swinging in the park
  • The quilt
  • Long drives and stories


Photograph Showcase: Playing on a fence

DUVAL, Frank and Deane on fence

Frank & Deane Duval.  12 September 1938 in Divide, Montana.  Photo taken by their father.

DUVAL, Deane and Frank on fence, photo back

Photo back with Francis Henry Duval’s notes.

I love this photo of my grandmother and her brother playing on a fence.  I also love the notes on the back written by their father, my great grandfather.  He was developing his photography skills and like all good students, he was a note taker.

You may notice how light my grandmother’s eyes are.  She has very bright blue eyes.  So does her brother.