A love story written by a daughter to her mother. What I found were many such touching stories of love. I was moved to tears reading some of them.

Mom of three knits a little, bakes a lot, crafts a bit, and writes about it all here. The tale of the traveling red. When I was a child, I had reddish-brown hair. Was the typical term used to describe it. I hated it back then. I finally reached a point where I was comfortable with my redhead status. Even liked it because it was unusual and different. I watched others try to achieve the same effect from boxed hair dye to no avail.

Thursday, June 26, 2014. I nearly missed the entry notice back in to New York from that trip. It is stamped ever so lightly and seems to say I was hardly gone long enough to warrant one at all! Winters were brutal in this part of Japan! We arrived in February 1977 and 36 inches of snow fell during our first 24 hours in country. This California girl was in shock! The lone entry in this third passport is my departure from Greece. Again, there was no entry stamp back into the US. We lived in old WWI era hou.

Posted in Air Force Travels. Outdoor Seating at Olives with view of the Bellagio Fountains. View of Bellagio Fountains from Olives. Mon Ami Gabi window table with view of Bellagio Fountains.