In 2004, my sister talked me into moving to Yuma, Arizona. She thought the weather would be good for me, so she bought us a house to live in, paid our moving expenses, and we packed everything into a U-Haul and moved 2,600 miles to Yuma. We lived in Yuma for 7 months. When we could no longer quash our yearning to see the children we left behind in Ohio, we moved back home. We thoroughly enjoyed the time we spent with my sister Robin, and we are forever grateful for all she did for us, But, our connection with our children runs so deep that we find it hard to live away from them. If this was not the case, we would still be sitting by the pool in our shorts enjoying a wonderful Arizona winter. What follows is a few pictures I took while we lived in Yuma, Arizona.
Our home in Yuma. The biggest and most expensive home we have ever lived in.
Ashes, the cat we got from the cat shelter in Yuma. Why the name Ashes? When we turned him loose in the house he made a run for the fireplace chimney and tried to climb it. He was quite black afterward.
Laura, age 12, Josiah, age 10, Polly, and Bethany, age 14.
Bethany, Laura, and Josiah, near the top of Miller Peak, outside of Sierra Vista, Arizona. (my brother lived nearby in Tombstone)
Bethany, Laura, and Josiah, somewhere in Arizona (we took a lot of sightseeing day trips)
Bethany, Josiah, and Laura outside of Yuma, Arizona.
This week, both Laura and Josiah will be moving into nearby apartments. Josiah will be living in Defiance and Josiah will be living in Bryan. In less than two weeks, Laura will graduate from Bowling Green State University. I am grateful that my children are close.
These pictures remind me of how quickly time flies. One day your children need you, the next day they are on their own and you hope that they still will need you.
Forgive the quality. My scanner does not as good of a job as I would like it to on old photos. These are OK but not up to my usual OCPD standard. I switched to a digital camera in 2005.