I started taking pictures in 1966 when I was twelve. My sisters were graduating to Instamatic cameras, and they passed down their Brownie Starmite.
It used “126” film and shot square photos.
Periodic updates from Dave and Paula Henderson, now in Raleigh, North Carolina
I started taking pictures in 1966 when I was twelve. My sisters were graduating to Instamatic cameras, and they passed down their Brownie Starmite.
It used “126” film and shot square photos.
It all started with the Inuit people in the very - I mean REALLY northern parts of the world, Canada, Siberia and such places where light and maneuverable kayaks have been used for thousands of years.
My brother Mark is three years younger than I am, but he's a very able guy. He picks up new skills much quicker than I do, and has always pushed me to try new things.
We have been kiteboarding for about fifteen years, with some years off for various reasons. Normal kiteboards look almost like wakeboards and can go in either direction, called "twin tips."
A nice family up the street left a crib and a stroller on the curb a couple of months ago, both in good condition. Paula collected them, and they ended up helping a young Afghan refugee couple.
The other day, we finally remembered to take a thank-you note to the neighbor. On the way back, we passed four teenage guys playing street hockey, using a hard ball for a puck.
important and good things continue to happen.
Our youngest son Mike and our favorite (only) daughter-in-law Adrienne messaged us late Saturday night to let us know that yep, she was in labor. Things apparently got pretty intense soon after that, with the usual discussion points, such as "YOU DID THIS TO ME!! I HATE YOU!! AAAAGH!!"
A good epidural helped the perspective of all of the participants, and at about 3:45 AM, Emma Margaret Henderson slipped into the world, weighing only six and a half pounds and equipped with feet that come close to qualifying as water skis.
Paula and I got the message when we woke up on Sunday morning, so we zipped up a suitcase and headed north on I-95. I grew up just outside of DC, and I am convinced that one of the inner circles of Hades was designed by copying the roads and traffic around that city, and I have no desire to inhabit either place.
By the time we arrived at Christiana Hospital between Newark and Wilmington, Delaware, all was calm and the three were resting quietly. Paula's abundant and kind Grandmother character was quickly apparent.
Dave & Paula