more party pics :-)

Kimberly's Fabulous Forty . . .

. . . and what a surprise it was :-) The memory I will treasure most is her sister and brother rearranging their too full lives to fly up with me yesterday morning to share this milestone moment in their big sister's life. And we have today together--just the four of us--while Kelsey, Garrett and Kira are in school . . .

More later, but here are some of the zillion pics we took to capture yesterday's celebration for posterity.

Jamie's tribute to Kimberly :-)

Subject:
Re: Kimberly's tribute
Date:
4/18/2009 10:36:54 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time
Mommy,

I logged in and looked everywhere to see where to post an entry to the blog. I see Christie is a contributor, but I do not appear in the list. I may just be too tired to figure it out. Anyway, here is the bat story, too late to include but told for posterity:

We moved to Jessamine Road when Kimberly was 8, Michelle 6, and I was 2. It was a three bedroom house, so of course Kimberly as the oldest got her own room and I shared a room with Michelle. We all lived there for 10 years (16 actually :-), so I lived there longer than I have lived anywhere, and I have fond memories of my time growing up there playing/fighting/bothering my sisters.

I have three stories from that time that for some reason really stuck with me:

1. Initially, whenever our parents went out by themselves we had a babysitter stay with us (no grandparents just minutes away). Eventually however, Kimberly was deemed old enough and responsible enough to allow her to stay home with Michelle and I without a babysitter. It was during this time that I remember coming home from school and being forced to watch General Hospital instead of cartoons because Kimberly and Michelle were bigger and stronger than I was. However, we were not supposed to watch TV at all without an adult in the house, so invariably Daddy would come home, feel the TV, and pronounce that we had broken the rules because the TV (a big picture tube) was still hot! I think Kimberly and Michelle probably shared the corners on opposite sides of the front door in the foyer for that one--I had already been punished by being forced to watch that silly stuff to begin with!

2. As siblings, we all fought each other from time to time. However, one day in particular I remember Kimberly and Michelle were fighting in Michelle's room really badly and I was upset and wanted them to stop so they would not hurt each other. I had the fabulous idea of throwing a snow globe at them to make them stop. I succeeded in taking a chunk out of the back of Michelle's head (I think it was her) and did in fact stop the fight. I know it was wrong, but I never remember them fighting like that again!

3. Finally, at some point in time I grew to the point that sharing a room with Michelle did not make a lot of sense. So Kimberly moved into a MFROG (Mostly Finished Room Over Garage). She had a white four poster bed, a linoleum floor, and lots of closets under the eaves of the house. However, since she was upstairs, one wall of her room was next to the attic door and the attic fan. Unfortunately for her, at one point bats managed to work their way into our attic through a whole in a screen in an attic vent. This led to the following inevitable story. One night we were all sleeping soundly when Kimberly woke up screaming. We all ran to her room and were informed that there was a bat flying around in her room that had woken her up. We (well not me--bats are scary for kids) went upstairs and looked all over for the bat, which was nowhere to be found. After checking everywhere and making sure the attic was closed up tight, we all headed back to bed. Kimberly went to get into bed and screamed again, as the bat flew out from under her covers where it had been stuck after she had flung her covers back to run out of her room the first time. I was still at the bottom of the stairs and probably screamed myself as the bat proceeded to swoop down the stairs toward me. Needless to say, it was difficult for all of us to go to sleep again that night!

Ultimately, I looked up to both of my sisters and saw them both aspire to do great things. This encouraged me to try things myself and not give up just because things were not easy. I now know that this aspiration is a key ingredient that separates leaders from followers, and as a manager of a team of people, I know how important it is to always try harder, always try to improve, never wait for someone else to tell you what to do next!!!

Love,
Jamie

More from Michelle

Kimberly...oh but she was the source of such jealousy as a child. She was always older, always blonder, had a higher IQ, scored higher on the SATs. All that stuff. Now that I am older and wiser, I can see how much Kimberly has helped to mold me into the person I am today. I am never content to sit still and be stagnant. Because Kimberly never is. She is the energizer bunny. Tireless. She was accepted into a fancy college in Pittsburgh, moved up there, found a wonderful man (Albrecht, of course) and got married. Had 3 wonderfully successful and beautiful children, and continued to be tireless. Somehow she managed to find a job where she could work from home...so she still had time to make phenomenal Christmas cookies (from scratch, probably), sew phenomenal Halloween costumes (by hand, probably), and escort her children to all of their extracurricular activities. Somehow she managed to find time to run 2 websites and write 2 books! Good grief, Kimberly! I can't keep up with you! And now I hear she is training for a 50 mile bike ride??? Sheesh! You are unbelievable, Kimberly! Just wanted to say how proud I am of you and all that you have accomplished in your first 40 years! I love you!!

when we lived in the mountains . . .

. . . and what a view! The daffodils were blooming at the foot of Parker Mountain and, at home, a quarter mile up the gravel drive, baby brother Jamie had finally arrived.

Two short years later came our time to say good-bye . . .

flower girl debut . . .

Fortunately for Kimberly (and her mother), Aunt Evelyne forgave her for delighting the congregation at her wedding as she created petal pictures on the altar steps during the ceremony.

big sister

Michelle arrived a week late, that very hot Virginia July of 1971. Kimberly and Raggedy Ann spent that week and more visiting Mama :-)

Sibling rivalry indeed?! Kimberly was born knowing how to be a big sister . . .

caught napping

velvet and curls

all dressed up
to meet
my
Daddy
home
from
the
war . . .

first flight . . .

to Atlanta, I think . . . just the two of us

cemetery-traipsing buddies

One October--maybe the autumn before Garrett was born--Kimberly and I went cemetery traipsing in the cornfields and byways of Eastern North Carolina. We found Silas Crisp--he who was gone but not forgotten. We found Henrietta--Henrietta, wife of M. M. Crisp . . . No maiden name. . . Kimberly's brick wall, a wall she was soon to conquer, brick by brick, using her genealogist tools.

Remember that paper towel? Well, if you take another look, you will see that it listed Henrietta’s father as ‘Charlie.’ And my great-grandmother, Mammy Pattie, daughter of Henrietta? Her middle name was ‘Lucy.’ Not yet conclusive evidence that my Henrietta was the daughter of Charley & Lucy MEARES (I need to do additional research), but I know in my heart it is true. Henrietta has finally come back to tell her story.

We've traipsed other cemeteries too.

Johnstown's Grandview cemetery.

Sacred ground at Shanksville.

Memorials to those who lie under Lake Murray.

And, two Christmases ago, in the rain, the Summer Family Cemetery where the founder of the community where I work is buried.

Cemetery-traipsing buddies we are indeed, my daughter and I :-)

a genealogist's roots . . .

in Kimberly's own words . . .

My personal brick wall began with a paper towel – one of the brown industrial types often found in public restrooms. It was 1969, the year I was born, and my mother and great-grandmother were sitting by my grandfather’s bedside in a hospital room, when my mother felt the need to ask about her family roots. In my mother’s own words, “All that had never seemed quite so important before on Daddy’s side since, after all, his people were all on this side of the Atlantic.” But with her father lying in a hospital bed losing his desperate battle with cancer, the need suddenly became very real. My great-grandmother, Pattie Crisp Owens, known to her grandchildren as Mammy Pattie, shared with my mother the precious little she knew about her family that day.
With nothing handy to write on, my mother recorded the names given to her by Mammy Pattie on that brown paper towel – a towel that again made an appearance 11 years later when I came home and announced I had a family tree project to do for school. The search for Henrietta MARIN began that day . . .

letting her go . . .

It seldom snows in December in South Carolina--or in the first days of January, for that matter. But, that first Christmas home from Carnegie-Mellon, something in the skies above our home wanted to hold Kimberly here. We were snowdrifted, icebound--but she had a plane to catch and I had my new and blue Bonneville to slipslide our way to the nearby airport in and . . . Wonder if that something in the skies above our home knew that someone in Pittsburgh would steal our firstborn away from home for keeps . . .

Kimberly comes home to us--Albrecht, Kelsey, Garrett, and Kira Rose in tow--every Christmas season, even now.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours . . . ." -- Kahlil Gibran

a flute story . . .

lights, camera, Kimberly????

bathing beauty

Christmas at Mama's: 1976

For Jamie and Michelle, this would be their one Christmas Day at Mama's house--that last winter we lived in the Virginia mountains outside Charlottesville. But for Kimberly, who spent her first two Christmases here healing Mama's heart after Granddaddy Owens died, this Christmas was about coming home . . .

Like the angel on her white Christmas stocking, Kimberly was our hope on the darkest of days, in the darkest of times . . .


Above the mantle in this picture hung a portrait of her grandfather. There are no pictures of Kimberly with Granddaddy Owens--except the one in my memory.

It's a July afternoon in 1969. Daddy's sitting on one of those folding lawn chairs on the brick patio just outside the room pictured here, holding his first grandchild in his lap . . . I so want to snap that picture, for her, but I know he would want, in her created memory, to be the man in that portrait above the mantle. So I put the camera, and the wish, away--but never, ever, the memory of that July afternoon in 1969.

a season for celebrations:

Kimberly's birthday, Easter, and spring

always a writer . . .

Did Kimberly ever tell you about winning the Lieutenant Governor's Essay Contest--not just for her school but for her entire school district--in eighth grade? And that she had to read her essay to the school board and its audience? Bet she hasn't, shy baby that she still is! But she was a gifted writer long before she knew she wanted to be a gifted writer . . . Then and now, I was and am so proud of her accomplishments :-)

and Mommy made both dresses :-)

how quickly she grew . . . but some things never change--like the smile on her lips and in her eyes :-)