Dad's new apartment is in a nice, fairly new building. It is a one-bedroom apartment, with a fairly spacious kitchen and dining area. There is a large, screened-in balcony. He has settled in comfortably, with furniture and paintings from his old house. He held garage sales to get rid of a lot of stuff from the house, and still had two truckloads to donate to the Salvation Army at the end. He had lived in that house for 55 years.
I drove past the old house on Sunday morning while he was at church. It looked unchanged, except that there were different cars in the driveway and Halloween decorations in the front window.
Dad is well, but is getting old. He seemed a bit stiff and stooped, having some difficulty getting into and out of the car. Overall, he is in decent shape, considering he will be turning 84 later this month. We went for a walk of a couple of miles in the coulees, and he was fine with that. It was surprisingly mild for the time of year, but overcast and dark. I took the picture below, which I have posterized.
I brought five photo albums back with me to be scanned. They go from around 1920 through the 1970s. What I had scanned earlier were mainly old photos of my Dad's family; this lot includes photos from my mother's family, as well as photos of our family growing up. I will post some as I work on scanning them.
It is interesting looking through these albums now. I'm sure I saw them when I was younger, but many of them I don't remember, or they meant little to me at the time. Now I see more in them. "Every picture tells a story," as the saying goes. You can see a lot in expressions, body language, clothing, settings. I can understand much better the story of my parent's lives, and of my own. The genealogical work my brother has been doing helps make sense of these albums, too.