Monday, August 27, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
This is basically the last page. There are a few introductory and ending pages but there isn't much on them.
This picture is the last one taken of all 6 of us together. With half the family living in Florida and half in NH, it was hard to get us all in the same place very often. My dad died of cancer in 1997.
I still have to do the cover and have procrastinated all summer. I just don't know what to do with it. I guess the best thing is just to go for it and if I don't like it, start over again.
My brother Tim was born on Dec. 22 and was quite a nice Christmas present. This is one of those pages that stuck together so I had to gently pry it apart. Unfortunately, there was still lots of damage that even went through to the next page. I ended up putting blue painter's tape down the middle to hide the tears then painted it and many other ripped spots with the navy blue.
Three and a half years later my sister Nancy was born. I was playing around in photoshop Elements and created these pictures of her from that one photo. I thought they were kind of cool.
The picture on the right was faded so I color-enhanced it and liked the effect so went with it.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Again, the words from the original book just seem to make the page. And I couldn't have planned the position of "Let's go" any more perfectly!
(Sorry about those stupid butterfly wings. I like the idea of the symbolism but I'm just so darn sick of them.)
This is the reason I did this book; I wanted to do something to honor my parents' wedding pictures. Ironically, this is the page layout I like the least. I just couldn't seem to make it work. I finally just gave up on it after the pages split and started pulling out. I hate the colors but used the yellow because that's the color my aunt Yolande wore. The green just happened and I hate it. One of these days, I'll paint over that duct tape holding the top of the page in!
I got the biggest kick out of this newspaper clipping of my dad's stag party. It all sounds so prim and proper but I'm sure it was anything but!
The pictures going from top to bottom are of my dad; George Monahan (he would marry my dad's sister, Dorothy); Robert Ryan, my dad's brother; and Henry Bergeron, my dad's best friend.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Memere was always a very stern woman and I love this picture of her smiling with my mom.
My grandfather, Pepere, was such a handsome man. I feel like I never really knew these grandparents because they spoke mostly French and I didn't.
Last spring there was an article in the local newspaper about how my grandfather had been in an accident and helped save several people. I wrote the following poem about it.
I never knew
was a hero.
I remember him
as just being there
smiling at me
like a photograph
caught in the gauze
of my memory.
I never thought
of him as a man
going to work,
playing with his kids,
telling a joke,
listening to music.
What foods did he like?
What made him laugh?
What were his dreams?
The picture I have
of him is one-dimentional,
I don't know
what color shirt
he was wearing
when his car
went into the water.
I can't see the weather.
Did he scream
as he helped the women
out of the water?
Did they hug him
in thanks? Pepere,
who were you?
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
More scrapbook-influenced pages, I'm afraid. I really enjoyed reading the pages ahead of time and choosing certain words to incorporate into my design.
The handwriting about the pets is my grandfather's. His penmanship was so beautiful and he's the one who wrote most often in my dad's baby book.
Poking out of the envelope with my dad's name on it is an invitation to a birthday party that he received when he was a youngster.
This layout (which has a dark background because I had to paint over my first attempt!) shows my dad as a baby with his mother.
The envelope holds a tuft of his blond curls that were cut about 86 years ago.
Since this was my first attempt at book altering, I approached it more like scrapbooking as you can tell from this page. It took awhile to veer from that mindset.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I make my students journal write twice a week. I give them a prompt, put some instrumental music on, and let them create for about 10 minutes. One day I was feeling especially blah and the prompt wasn't doing it for me. As I sat there on my stool behind my podium I decided to just write about what was in front of me and a poem emerged.
Monday, August 20, 2007
My daughter's name is Erin but we call her Tuts. It's a shortened version of TaTa. She got that name at the babysitters when she was younger because she was always such a tata. Whatever that means!
I think I'll add an updated picture of her taken at her wedding on June 8, 2007.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
The title of this page is "I Come From." The ribbon covers part of it.
This is my family background. We didn't have much money but made up for it with love and respect and laughter.
The picture of my mom in the heart charm is blurry because the bead just above it let some light in.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
I want a small house
near the ocean
with walls as white as foam
with curtains that dance
in the breeze
like sheets on a clothesline
I want to live there
surrounded by books
tending my flower garden
biking to the beach
and writing poedms