My husband, Julian, our five children and spouses, eight of our nine grandchildren and three great-grand children gave me a marvelous birthday weekend. They rented a large suite at the beautiful Montgomery Bell State Park near us and decorated it with a New Orleans and Mardi Gras Theme complete with Dixie Land Music, Mardi Gras Masks, beads, balloons, flowers, and all kinds of tinsel spirals and confetti. There was an awesome feast of New Orleans foods. I was born in New Orleans, baptized in the St. Louis Cathedral and lived in the Pontalba Apartments on Jackson Square in the French quarter. We moved when I was six,and I have lived since 1961 in Tennessee, but somehow New Orleans and the French Quarter are still my hearts home. My grown children also put some poster size and other smaller collages of pictures of me from the various stages of my life all over the walls along with signs and pictures of New Orleans. I thought that was cool, until they started snapping photos of eighty year old me next to twenty and thirty year old me. No fair!
St. Louis Cathedral where I was baptized. Right across from Jackson Square and catty-corner to our apartments. Mom told me we went to the French Market for coffee and pastries every morning.
I’m not very good at posting photos. I couldn’t get them to stay in a reasonable line. They started stringing out.
Various ages…..none 80!!!
My only daughter Julie, and her husband Scot and son Jake came from Memphis. Julie found all the decorations for the New Orleans theme and they all spent a whole lot of time decorating. The rooms looked out over the lake and woods. And my daughter-in-law, Molly fixed chicken and linguini and pineapple upside down cake and peach cobbler. Julie baked both chocolate covered and coconut topped cupcakes…..and of course there was lots of ice cream. Yum!
Parasol Princess, great-granddaughter Eisley here from Seattle. Her dad, Josh, just back to Seattle from Hawaii surprised me by coming also.
Parasol Queen Eileen from New Orleans. With twelve year old granddaughter Emma sitting next to me. Julie gave me the spangled shawl and the wonderful parasol.
Jambalaya, Shrimp and Grits, Red beans and Rice, Shrimp and pasta with garlic sauce. and more. Here our third son, Steve, from Atlanta is helping Julie. (Or getting himself some wine!)
Presents! Yay! But the best presents were son Mike and son -in-law Patrick in for the first time in a year from Cambodia where they teach at an Orphanage for children. And our Julie’s son Jordan who was in from Bolivia where he teaches fifth grade.
Here I’m with my mom in New Orleans. Of course I fell and skinned my nose and got my dress dirty right before the Newspaper photographer came. Klutz is my middle name. I hadn’t looked at this photo or the one with my dad in a long time. My husband found them and gave them to the kids to put up. Very poignant for me to look at these at my age. My parents have been gone a very long time.
Here I’m a Senior in High School in Houston
Not quite 80 in this one. I confess it’s one of my better little old lady pictures.
Last year at my husband Julian’s eightieth birthday with our five children.
With my dad, then a newspaper reporter in New Orleans, later City Editor of the Houston Post. He grew up in New Orleans. Any way, having such a loving family, good memories, and such a fun celebration came a long way toward making being eighty seem pretty good.