A picture a day in
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My new addition to the blog will be a new picture each day from the past along with the story because we all know every picture tells a story and many of you have been asking for mine. I hope you enjoy.
This is my family at summers end. Raina looks to be a few months old and she was born in June of ’94.
Starbo’s boys would come every summer. The youngest, Denver, had not yet made his way to St John. Starbo thought he was too young so he waited a couple more years. Irvin was the oldest and close to eighteen. Jeremy is holding his baby sister. Yello has his arms wrapped around both my boys showing the love they all had for each other. Baba (Ivan) is on floor in front of Jeremy and Juma is off to the side. I am not sure how I got all their attention one time; how I get them to stop moving long enough for this picture. We must of been getting ready to head into town which was a sight to see. Raina in her car seat and everyone else pilled into the Toyota 4Runner filling every nook and cranny.
This was our living room in our five room shack. Two tiny rooms for the four boys in the middle. They shared the same age and the same room. Jeremy and Yello were 12, Brian and Baba were 10. Irvin slept on the very futon that is in the picture. So the living room became his bedroom at night. Raina and Juma slept with their mama and papa. The only other room was the small kitchen. We had no running water, no kitchen table and no bathroom this year. I’ll explain that on another day.
The walls only went half way up and the rest was screen. There was a large roof overhang to stop most the rain from coming in. Books were very important and consumed an entire wall of this tiny home.
We lived in the bush so our living space was very large, acres and acres of land with no buildings surrounding us. Very little time was spent indoors.