This is Grant letting his pride and pleasure show in regard to his only-child status finally ending. He always hoped he’d get a sister. She pretty much ruled the roost, as you can see. Next is Jewel opening her presents when she turned two, and the next is a late fall visit to Silver Lake way up the north fork of A.F. Canyon. I actually made that outfit in the birthday picture, which I thought turned out very cute (she’s checking out her birthday patent leather shoes). My career ended however after making several shirts for Grant when he went to Kindergarten, the very same cut but with different combinations of fabric (the “stretch n’ sew" era you might recognize in the picture). When he came to contemplating first grade he very carefully and kindly pointed out that he’d sure like to have just store-bought shirts like the rest of the kids.
Grant was always perfectly fine about including Jewel in his activities. If his friends gave him any trouble over it, we never heard about it. Grant is directly behind Jewel in this picture with his friends, two sets of brothers. One set lived through the field north of us and Jewel was friends with their sister Andrea, whom she called “E-a,” and so E-a she became even in her own family. Once through a facing window Grant spied E-a on her back porch clad only in her diaper in the dead of winter. He was very worried. I kept saying I was sure she’d get cold and go back in, or her parents would discover her shortly. Finally he said, “I can’t stand it!” and marched out the door, up the street, to usher her back inside the house. This propensity to care for others never ended. Once, perhaps five years down the road, in another neighborhood, Jewel was as usual tagging after Grant’s crowd and they were out in the field. (You should always try to rear your children by a field - much better choice than a playhouse!) Suddenly the door opened and Grant shoved Jewel inside, advising me to keep her in the house because Jeff and Ray were swearing! Jeff and Ray were brothers, one had “accidentally” shot the other one with his b-b gun and the retaliation got a little out of hand.
The saguaro cactus came from Arizona in 1976, courtesy of their dad who didn’t know he could have been arrested and dramatically fined for bringing it home when it was a few inches tall. When we moved to P.G., it was in the basement apartment and got so it wasn’t doing very well, missing the sunlight, hence the “waistline” from putting it outside and getting sunburned. It survived all of our kids’ growing up years at home, then got sick and died (circa 2003). Missed them, probably! This picture was taken while it lived on the staircase landing. Once, the Rawlinson cousins came to call and the kids were running up and down the stairs, as kids are wont to do. Jewel slipped on the way down, and got a number of spines stuck in her arm. She kept it to herself until they left, figuring her dad would send the company away. Some of the barbs broke off under the skin and we could feel them year after year.