Monday, February 15, 2010

Sixty Years Ago

On this date in1950 a little girl who was almost five years old and her father went shopping downtown in Detroit Lakes, Minnesota. It was a special day, the little girl had just become a big sister. She helped her father pick out a lovely gift for her mother. They took the gift to the hospital where she met her little brother. The little girl remembered the story or it would have been lost forever.

Far Guy will forever be the little brother, and his sister forever the big sister.


The pearls are now in the possession of our eldest daughter, Trica. She is "the keeper of the pearls." The pearls that are as old as her father. She has been instructed to share them with her sister..
Jen wearing the pearls, we laughed the day I took this photo..they look so glamorous with a T shirt..but she has the right coloring to look fantastic in these pearls.  

Trica is also to share them with her daughters and her nephews brides. Someday they will be handed down..perhaps after a wedding or a birth.


Happy Birthday Far Guy! :)

20 comments:

Ann, Chen Jie Xue 陈洁雪 said...

Beautiful story, Like the old photo.

The Chinese believe that if you wear pearls, it will make you neck smooth. May be you should wear it everyday.

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthdy Far Guy! That's a sweet story of the pearls and such a treasure for each of the children/grands/nephews etc who get the opportunity to share in the memory.

Gail said...

Happy Birthday! What a wonderful story, an never ending story of love and tradition.

lisa said...

That is so precious! It is so nice to have heirlooms to pass down! Happy Birthday to Far Guy.

Emma Rose said...

Happy Birthday Far Guy! The pearls are very beautiful. Such a warm luster.

Hope you are feeling better today.

Kisses,
Emma Rose and the Duchess

DJan said...

Connie, I take it you are getting better every day, since you posted this, probably wearing some fancy reading glasses. Lovely pictures of the pearls, and yes, happy birthday to Far Guy!

L. D. said...

That is a great story and neat to have them being moved through family. Far Guy was a good looking baby sitting up straight and tall. That was a lot of pearls in one necklace.

Leah said...

Wonderful story... I also have "hand me down pearls" - they started as my mother-in-laws then were separated and restrung for her two sons' brides... I still hold the second sons' pearls - the first sons' have been again separated and restrung and were given to one of their two daughters by my sister-in-law as bracelets.... the story keeps moving down the generations....

Nezzy (Cow Patty Surprise) said...

Happy, happy birthday Far Guy. Isn't it great to have some of those family heirlooms and the stories that go with them? I am the keeper of many such items. Loved the pictures along with the tee shirt fashion statements. Just goes to show ya'll, pearls go with anything!!!

God bless and have a great one!!!

Patsy said...

Happy Birthday! I think you must be a pearl of a guy any way.
Patsy

Feelin' the wind! said...

Happy Birthday - Guess what? I have that same set of pearl, and have the screw on earrings to match. Got it from Mom and Dad for I think Confirmation. jo

Rae said...

Happy Birthday Far Guy - 60 years young! Hope you have a very special day and a wonderful celebration.

The Retired One said...

I love old pearls....what a nice thing to pass them down through the family!

gayle said...

I just love stories like that!!

Lynda said...

I agree - - beautiful story & beautiful pearls. And where is Chance? Eating Far Guy's birthday cake while we talk?

LadyFi said...

Happy Birthday Far Guy! Are you having a big birthday bash?

Love those pearls.

DayPhoto said...

Happy Birthday, Far Guy! What a beautiful story!

You are one year younger than I!

Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com

Pamela said...

as a mother of three girls - I wonder if I would have gotten a string of pearls had I given birth to a son. hmmmmm. (just kidding)

Lanny said...

What a lovely thing to have in the family, the story and the pearls and the big sister.

Andrea said...

What a wonderful story. That's the thing about neat little stories like that...if no one remembers them, they are lost forever. In some ways I hope all of us bloggers are helping preserve some of those stories.