Annie grew up in Minnesoooota! If you grew up there, you understand the annunciation with my spelling of it. She said her Mom was her inspiration and proceeded to tell a story about her mother. Annie's Mom always had the desire to become a stewardess. But back in those days, women who wore glasses, were not allowed to become a stewardess... So she became a pilot!
The photographs of Annie's childhood brought back memories of my own childhood and the culture that was so common "up there". Like the POLKA Festivals! Yep...inspired me to learn how to play the accordion. The tall mounds of snow in the winters that sometimes broached the eves of the house. Shovels were all we had back then and we all took our turn. I remember walking to the road on a path of 5 foot snow-packed walls. The local ice-rinks with warming houses and sledding down those killer hills, knowing that in 20 seconds the thrill of that ride was over and you were were walking 10 minutes up the hill to do it all over again. Like Annie's mother, our Mom would scoot us out of the house and we wouldn't arrive back until supper time. We looked out for each other...it was always an adventure.
Annie is a woman who lives in color. Her vibrant life of capturing stories with her lens speak volumes. Her wisdom is one that we need to pass on to others. If you have the time, I encourage you to listen to this lecture. Take 45 minutes and spend it on yourself, without interruption. If you love it...share it!
