The following was written by my sister... I hope to one day be able to link to the slides of old photos she's talking about, too!
Living with Mom and Dad.......I have recently pulled out a box of OLD slides that have been tucked away since Mom and Dad died. As I have been going through them I am remembering all the fun and wacky stuff that went on in the Critchlow household when I was a kid. So on a crappy day like today let me reminisce about some of the good stuff!
Backyards in most suburban households consisted of a patio (long before decks) maybe a table some chairs a barbecue, a swing-set perhaps? Well we did not have ANY of THOSE things. BUT we did have rock walls made by Dad, woodpiles lovingly stacked to ensure proper ventilation, old Christmas trees (Dad always bought live ones and planted them in the backyard). We had a tree fort, an archery range, a bridge to cross "The Pearl River" so Dad could get to his beloved garden, watered from the runoff of Lederle Laboratories.....(I am still waiting for the third eye or extra fingers to sprout). Those were the permanent fixtures but on the odd occasion there would be some much more exotic things.....A totem pole for Uncle Walt for Lake TE-AD-WA, outhouses, yes plural, to be used in Kerhonkson, a movie set for Dad's fledgling stop-motion photography. Our "stars" were germinating seeds and Barbie and GI Joe, doing things, I am sure, would have warped a much less cosmopolitan child.
Mom was more of an indoor girl in those days, I believe my love of movies started with the "4:30 Movie"....she would turn that on and cook dinner during the commercials. She liked to watch the washing machine agitate (I must say it IS a very Zen experience). No dryer for mom; it all got hung out on the line out the bedroom window and on cold days came back in stiff and frozen.
I always complain about the "beige" world Mom created, but originally, she had 2 chairs in the living room; one was bright orange and the other bright turquoise.
I always say there is a war going on in my head.....my natural tendency, being like Nana, HER taste ran to Drunken Gypsy, and Mom's which tended toward Amish Plain. Thinking back on those chairs, maybe Mom was fighting that war too?! She seemed to win hers better than I.
Both Mom and Dad were into "fine" craftsmanship. For a couple of years it was those Polish Beeswax eggs, Aunt Dot joined in for that one. Mom had a subscription to Pack-O-Fun, God remember that one!? That way she always had projects ready for Cub Scouts and Campfire Girls. There was always an insane NEED to make things in our house, a Doll House and ALL the furnishings, doorknobs that turned, a fire that flickered, Menorahs..... Dad's attention to detail and scale was insane!
Mom making rainbow hats just like that Olympic speed skater, Cabbage Patch Doll ponchos, and ones in regular sizes too. Afghans omy the afghans she made dozens. "A bursts of enthusiasm kinda woman!".....was our Mom.
That all sounds very girly I guess, but man she could get down and dirty too she tanned deer hides for goodness sake!, What a smell! and a mess!...AMAZING. Then there was the toxic chemicals used to refinish the cabinets and the hardware in the kitchen, I think the skin was just peeling off of her hands.
When the "computer age" hit our house, Dad did not BUY one, he built it, and programmed it, and of course Mom found games to play on it! I laugh when Jennie complains about her "gamer's" elbow....Mom had THAT long before anyone knew what it was! Like Mother Like Daughter!
And I like to think my obsession with Halloween started when Mom and Dad decided to do up Halloween the "Critchlow" way. Totally over the top and way cool!
The first year Uncle Dave Tranter was in a homemade coffin as Dracula and Dad was playing a dirge on the organ.....Mom was directing kids into the living room in a pink bunny suit??????? I guess that was to get them off guard so Dracula could scare the crap outta them?
Then it was the Addams Family....."Thing" was giving out candy from his box. Mom still in the Bunny suit... hmmm?
Next, a spring-loaded orange rubber tarantula had kids peeing on the front porch....and the octopus with the air compressor blast shot at the hands of the kids brave enough to put their hands in the hole that was his mouth.....and Mom consoling the hysterical ones on the front porch, in the pink bunny suit.....I am beginning to think Dad just LIKED the pink bunny suit!
Damn, it took me 50 years to figure THAT out!
Most of this stuff happened before Jennie was even around, WOW! I had fun, and remembered new things as I was writing this....I would love to hear your favorite memories!
Remembering Mom and Dad with a smile and a tear!
Love you all......... Hug your Moms and Dads!