February 8, 2013
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Fun With Photos
I’ve been having a lot of fun with “Photomania” via Facebook. It allows you to do all kinds of stuff to photos. I’ve enjoyed experimenting…you may want to try it too. I even took some photos of myself and then used some of the special effects available. Here are some…our family in 1982 bursting out of leather or something, me on Broadway under the Budweiser sign which a cousin of my husband’s thought was the real thing, then on the cover of Forbes, and being star struck. There are lots of holiday themes also like the one of my cousins and me back in 1940 surrounded by shamrocks for St. Pat’s Day. It was fun to do.
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Those are really cool. Are you the one in the middle of the cousins? The star struck one is great!
@ata_grandma - Yep…that chubby little girl in the middle c’est moi! I was a month younger than my cousin Dorothy on the left … her sister Ernestine was a year and nine days older than Dorothy…and was really tall when we were young. We three were more like sisters. Our fathers were close brothers and mothers grew up as close friends, and all of us lived together during the Depression in the 1930′s….been close all our lives. Sadly Ernestine died a year ago Dec.14th.
I’ve written my first novel in my 60s. It is called, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” and I am telling of growing up in the Southern Appalachians, and our entire family of 8 siblings would wind up all over the country, for I think we were so broken than we did not think we could help by staying. The violence was tremendous, and the second brother and I would be the two of whom mother, in her mad statess could not; resist carrying out her wrath against us especially when Daddy had to go north as all the old farmers or most did then, finding anywhere they could make minimum wage. Appalachian Rust Belt slums developed, for the first time, crammed in houses like immigrants, and they were usually in the flood plain. They had a flush toilet nad a place to bath, but farm mean just grieved for home to make the next crop, so we could get by, and cheap wine brought out the wife beaters and the child molesters. How I got in 6 years of college was a curse and a mercy — Spread out through 1982-83. Today meth mouth is severe where I am from. Modern farming is beautiful; I see it in my dreams, the redbuds on the mountain, dogwoods and honey suckle will bloom soon. I was afraid to leave, have said goodbyes to my parents as they are in their sleep. I have had all that I want and more, but after writing, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” I have only now known that I would never have had a chance. My conclusion is that we are all born to a place, and no matter the circumstances of our birth — Home becomes a metaphor to the peace some of us look for but we never can find. You are beautiful, and I know that yours was a wonderful home.
Love The Pictures, Barbara Everett Heintz
I bet you have many stories to tell of when you all lived together. You must have had a good time.
Love the special effects. But you know I don’t like FB… So probably won’t try using it.
@PinkHoneysuckle - Thanks…yes I did have a wonderful family growing up. We were poor but always had a roof over our heads and food in our stomachs and lots of love in our hearts and plenty of fun too.
@ata_grandma - You are right. We three had loads of good times and were close all during our lives. Dorothy Ann and I call each other often but sadly don’t see one another much since she’s in Wisconsin and I’m in Indiana. I do plan to fly to Milwaukee some time this year to see her. She’s kind of crippled up and can’t get around very well anymore.