Today, I took a drive down south with my friend Ann C., whom I have known since I was about 20 years old. We went to Provo, where she spent most of her growing up years. I, too, grew up a fair amount there--I went to college at BYU, married, had children, and lived there for some fairly significant years.
She wanted to show me, and I wanted to see it--honestly, I can't remember whose idea it was. We talked about everything, and there is still so much more. Such a gift, to see it all again with her, to reflect on what's changed (so much!) and to remember. To hear her memories, and the way they ignited my own. A very sweet day to me. Here are some of the things I saw.
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Center Street |
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small flowers at the cemetery |
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toward the foothills |
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beverage of choice |
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school |
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our ride--sweet! |
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grove |
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foothills |
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foothills |
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the notch |
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right there. |
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we blessed our son here. |
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up the hill to the cemetery |
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same hill |
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water |
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vista, smoky sky |
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yellow grass |
How wonderful. What a treasure.
ReplyDeleteI'm always amazed by your photos. Like, I was watching you snap those pictures just oh so casually--no set-up, no stressing, no big deal--and here they appear on your blog looking tres artful.
ReplyDeleteGenius!
What a great adventure, back in time, so close.
ReplyDeleteto my own (aka ADULT) recollection, I haven't met Ann Cannon, but I kinda think that from the stories alone--she is severely awesome. A family celeb if you will. I want to meet (or re-meet) her.
ReplyDeleteso yeah. :D
Ann, pretty sure you read this so please laugh at my weirdness.