snow...Snow...SNow...SNOW

[Alan's Sepia Saturday] has been a huge success. I am thoroughly
enjoying all the wonderful history and vintage family photos shared
in the bloggyhood these past few weeks. My snowy sepia photo today
is of my Great-Grandmother, Ida Belle Lewis Hanna, (center) seated
on a sled with her two sons, Bright (left) and my Grandfather Chester
(right). It was taken some time in the mid-1920's on Stockwell Farm,
Howard Co., Indiana.

My sweet grandfather passed away two years ago at the ripe old age
of 93. I miss him dearly. He was a computer savvy guy and emailed
me almost every day until the few weeks before his brief illness.
Just yesterday, I received a wonderfully hand written Christmas
letter from the spry 93 year old Uncle Bright. I hope I have
inherited the longevity DNA from this side of the family. Bright is a
family name, by the way, the surname of his German paternal
grandmother.

And, speaking of sleds and snow, guess what I woke up to this

morning? Yup. Two inches of the glorious white stuff. This is the

magical view from my bedroom window. I love when the snow stays

on the branches, like they've been dipped in powdered sugar.

.

Here's what I see from my kitchen windows, and the back looks like

a winter wonderland with the snow covered trees and rock wall.

As you can see, I am in complete snow ecstasy this morning. Now, if

this will only stick until Christmas, my friends, I'll be having a white

one.