Photo Album

Writing keeps John and me on the move half of any year (here on a train in England.) All of us are on a journey every moment of our lives, but only looking back can we map the way and see that we've been traveling our own unique route "all the way to heaven."

Our 50th wedding anniversary -- and my mouth was open just like this most of the evening. Family and friends had gathered from around the country for a surprise party that really was a surprise! Here we're opening a quilt that was a year in the making, each square sewn by a different family member to represent some special event.

John and I at a stone barn in the Swiss Alps in the fall of 1947: we were interviewing a dairyman for a story on the making of Gruyere cheese. This was one of our bike trips when we skipped classes and went exploring instead. Yes! back then female students in Switzerland didn't wear pants even to bike up a mountain! ("The Last Sunny Day," All the Way to Heaven, page 45.)

The 5 Elizabeths

These are the photos I got out in 1989 after the birth of our granddaughter Sarah Elizabeth, 8th in an unbroken line of Elizabeths, mother to daughter. It was looking at these photographs -- all taken for our high school graduations -- that gave me an experience of time as I believe it may be in heaven. (All the Way to Heaven, p. 200)