This weekend was jammed-packed with lots of family time thanks to two parties in the Delaware Schellhardt branch of the family tree! On Saturday, we celebrated the November nuptials of Joan’s oldest son Eric and his wife Whitney at a seafood/crab feast at their home in Maryland. On Sunday, we headed west to West Virginia to celebrate Mary’s son’s graduation from high school. All total, I put 250 miles on my dad’s car but it was well worth it!
At the party on Saturday, Eric said a few words that have stayed with me all weekend and it was the perfect set-up for Memory Monday. Eric told us how when he was a young Marine, a chaplain described heaven to him as being your very best memories replayed over and over again. I think that’s probably one of the most beautiful descriptions of heaven that I’ve ever heard. It sure beats my vision of heaven where there’s an all you can eat baked potato bar.
For Eric, and I’d wager for most of the Delaware Schellhardts, some of the best memories were of summer days swimming and eating crabs at Nan and Pop’s (Aunt Betty and Uncle Bill to the rest of us!) I figure there’s going to be a lot of Schellhardts eating crabs in heaven one day!
Now, this picky eater wasn’t much of a crab eater when I was a kid – nor did I ever really master the art of picking crabs – but some of my best memories of going to Aunt Betty and Uncle Bill’s were when the big kitchen table was cleared off, covered with newspaper, and piled high with crabs that Uncle Bill caught that day!
Since today is the unofficial kick-off to summer, I can’t think of a better memory (or pictures) to share!
I’m hoping that my records are correct and today really is the birthday of one of the babies in this week’s featured photo. If not, then I posted this on a random Friday and there's no context to the story whatsoever!
Anyhoo, today may or may not be the birthday of Jean Schellhardt’s oldest daughter, Emily. Why is this significant? You see, Emily is the first great-grandchild who is younger than me. Okay, maybe this weird little factoid is only significant to me. But before Emily, everyone was older than me - including the seven great-grandchildren who were born before 1979, the year Emily and I were born.
There may only be six weeks separating us but I'd like to point out that I'm the older cousin! (But at 34, it doesn't seem as important as it was when we were 10!)
This photo was taken in 1980 when we were both around a year old!
l-r: Denise and Emily ca. 1980
Happy Birthday Emily! We’re so glad that you’re a part of our family!
I had a hard time figuring out which photograph I should feature today. I mean, a girl can only have so many favorites! I thought about it and I thought about and then it hit me! I’ve posted so many photographs of the senior generations of the family – now, it’s time to post some pictures from my generation. And the next generation. Because, like, I’m in between them.
In honor of the Eighties photo album that will be debuting on the website at some point this weekend, here are a few kids from the Eighties – #32 and #33 with #5, #8, and #13 (great-grandchildren edition).
Can you spot the difference between the two photos?