Posts Tagged ‘family’


I recently read this post by Lisa at Privilege, all about growing up with Money and then realizing, suddenly, that you no longer have Money, with a capital “m”. It made me pensive about the similarities and differences between growing up with and without money. And then getting used to a different situation as an adult.

I grew up without money. My dad and his brother ran a small dairy farm, and my mom worked part-time at a local hospital. We shared a house with my grandparents and wore many hand-me-downs. Ordering pizza and renting a video on a Friday night was a special occasion. Growing up in rural America without money meant many things for me, both good and bad. Mostly good, though.

  • No cable TV, and thus many hours playing Little House On The Prairie or pirates with my sisters and cousins
  • Not enough money for a mortgage payment, which meant being raised by my parents and my grandparents
  • Pride at being a “farm kid” and the knowledge that I was learning to work hard, live on little, and appreciate the occasional luxury
  • A three-bedroom apartment that meant my sisters and I stayed up far later than we should, a slumber party every night
  • Always going as a pioneer, hobo or hippie for halloween because all that required was raiding Mom and Dad’s old clothes
Lisa describes her young life as having many luxuries that mine did not, but a few things, namely “an understanding that one ought to rise above the material, despite its charms. Said understanding is fostered by a very good education and lots of travel,” and “almost unlimited privacy, nutrition, and time to explore,” were part of my childhood as well. Maybe to a lesser extent, library books and trips to nearby historical sites instead of private school and international travel, but still. I did go to a private school, but it was run by a local church. And I did travel internationally, but later, and not with any type of luxury. Except for boxes of peach juice, random heaps of pineapples, and bracelets hand-made by new Bolivian friends.
Bolivia 2

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We had a smallish house, affording us little privacy (I once tried to set up a reading nook in the cellar, among the cobwebs and dirt, just to get away), but a hugefarm where we were free to wander and explore at will. Haybales became the walls of our castles, a pond in a glade of maple trees became Narnia and Terabithia.Pile of Kids

Eventually, I grew up, struggling financially in my college years and early career, as I expected. But then I got married, and with Lobsterface came actual financial security. We don’t have Money with a capital “m”, but I no longer have to shop at thrift stores and fix my car with wire and tin cans.
I still do (with varying levels of success), but I don’t actually have to anymore.
We’re not planning to have kids, thus no braces, ballet lessons and colleges to finance, and, if our careers remain on track, we could someday, conceivably, have More Than Enough, and I wonder how I’ll deal with that. The concept is so foreign to me, it’s nothing that I ever expected. I hope that I grow into financial security and handle it with grace. I hope we give much to charity, and continue to travel and learn more about our world, even far into adulthood. And maybe occasionally get dressed up and drink champaign in abandoned demolition sites.
Bein' Fancy
That’s what fancy people do, right?

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On The Way To The Wedding

It’s been well over a month since we got married, and I probably should have written this sooner, but let’s be honest. You all know I’m lazy. And I had to deal with Thanksgiving. I slaved away making food for my whole family. I must have made at least two pies.

Anyway. We got married! I’m not even kidding when I tell you it was the most fun I’ve ever had at a wedding. If you’re getting married soon you should ask me for advice because I throw awesome weddings.



Our photographers, the amazing Chris and Lauren of Christopher Morris Photography, took zillions of gorgeous photos (some of them are pretty small here, but you can click on them to see them full-sized), so I’m going to show you our pre-ceremony adventures today and show you the rest of the wedding later this week. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm you.

You’re welcome.

I started out the day by watching Community while I did my own nails. Then, after they dried, I finished prying up the staples on the floor in the Entryway Nobody Uses as an Entryway (which is mostly finished, more on that later). I was constantly catching the hem of my jeans on the raggedy staples and I didn’t want them ripping my dress. So yeah, I was on my hands and knees with freshly-manicured nails, ripping up staples with a multi-tool. On my wedding day. Because that’s how I do. My parents and sisters showed up as I was finishing and just stood there looking at me like I’m crazy.

Honestly, they should be used to this sort of thing by now. Jeez.

Thomas and I got ready together at our house because we like each other and we wanted our wedding day to be just another (but even more awesome) day in the life we had already begun together months earlier when we got engaged. Neither of us saw the point in spending the night apart and hiding from each other until the ceremony. Also, my parents’ house is really far away and it would have just been impractical. Also, also, Thomas almost forgot the rings, so it’s good that I was there to remind him. Or I almost forgot the rings. Something like that. Whatever.

We invited a few of our family members over to hang out with us while we got ready and to drink wine and eat Oreos and pizza before all the hullabaloo began.

The ladies

Important Hairdo Decisions




Kate was getting violent very early in the day.


There are a surprising number of photos of Lea pinning on Kevin's boutonniere and of Thomas fiddling with his cufflinks.




We're very close.

Our house really isn’t big enough to hold the whole wedding party, so we met them later to take photos before the ceremony. We started out at a pub near the WWI-era train station where the ceremony was being held. I feel like our formally-clad antics were a bit overwhelming for this blue-collar establishment.

Gettin' boozy

Gettin' boozy

so dashing

So dashing!

Bein' rowdy

Bein' rowdy

Bride at the bar

You get hit on WAY less when you're at the bar in a wedding gown. I do not recommend it.

After the bar we made our way down the street toward a bunch of abandoned former manufacturing plants to have more photos taken while we hiked through rubble and rust.

I’m a big nerd about urban decay. Good thing I live in the Rust Belt. Remind me of that the next time I complain about the lack of Thai restaurants within a reasonable driving distance.

Unruly mob

Unruly mob

Stop in the name of love.

Molly was singing "Stop In The Name Of Love". Apparently.

wedding party




Thumb wrestling

We were thumb wrestling. I was winning.


And then we were smooching.

Hangin' out

Just hanging out by some faded wood. NBD.

pretty flowers

Such pretty flowers đŸ™‚ If you want my florist's info, let me know!

Blowing kisses

Blowing kisses. Because we're adorable.

Then we were off to actually get married! I’ll be back later this week with photos of that đŸ˜€

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Here are some pictures I took of my sister, Molly, so that she could send them to her fella who is away at war. I do my part here on the home front, let me tell you.

Molly has been my favorite model since I started taking photos. I think she was eleven years old at the time.

Look, isn’t she pretty?

Molly running around on a roof

Molly was into parkour before it was cool.


Hair all blowing in the wind


She was laughing at me trying to walk and take pictures at the same time.

Happy Again

I don't know what she was laughing at this time.

There. That is Molly. I love taking her picture because
a. she pretty much does what I tell her to do and
b. her face is wonderfully expressive, and that’s fun for me and
c. she’s amazingly self-confident, which would shine through in photos even if I were not as unreasonably talented as I am.

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