Sort of Wordless Wednesday: The Door
This is the back of a door in my grandmother’s house. Unfortunately the room is very small so I couldn’t get a shot that included the whole door. Three generations of family members have had their heights marked against this door starting in the 50’s. I tried to capture a couple of my early measurements in this photo. I hope once Jocelyn can stand on her own we’ll be able to add her, and other members of the fourth generation, to the door.
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That’s fantastic, April. One of the things that bothers me about coming from a migratory family is that we don’t have multiple generations in any one place.
There was a closet door like this in the house we live in now. Several years ago a man who had grown up in the house (we bought it from his father) came back to look at the house. He was so sentimental about the door that we took it off and gave it to him and he went out and bought us a door to replace it with. We felt like he had a lot more right to the door than we did, even though we owned it.
Ahh, that is awesome! My inlaws have a similar thing on their door with my husband and his siblings’ info. And we have just started adding our kids to it. They love seeing how they compare with their dad and aunt and uncles.
I don’t understand why I didn’t get as tall as you, April, it looks like I was off to a pretty good start!? (I don’t think Jocelyn got the “short” DNA, lucky girl!)