Andrew Eick Personal

Jasmine with curly hair

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 14:05:26 -0500

waiting for Libby's dance class

Libby Writing With Moveable Alphabet

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 13:56:22 -0500

Libby wrote silly sentences with the moveable alphabet. This activity forms the basis of the creative writing process. She was proud of her work. She also had her first formal handwriting lesson this morning.

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Libby reads her story

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 13:45:27 -0500

Jasmine reads her stories

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 13:44:51 -0500

Dad and his Mom in 1921

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 13:28:57 -0500

This picture was taken of mom and me one Sunday morning after mass. I don’t think I’ve sent it to you. I wasn’t old enough to drive and mom did not like to drive. So we went to mass with neighbors, the Hartmann’s. Mr. Hartmann was our car insurance agent and lived about 1/2 mile from us. Behind us is our car, a 1939 Dodge which my dad bought used before he died unexpectedly. WWII was in progress, and cars weren’t being made. Some 1942 model cars were still in the showroom, upon blocks to protect the tires. I used to look with envy at them when my dad took me to tha garage with him to get the car worked on. We always waited while the car work was done. To buy one of those new cars you needed to prove you needed it for some purpose that would further the war effort and get approval from the rationing board.

Mom looks weary. I’m sure the weight of the world was upon her as she wrestled with our future, i.e., could she and should she stay on the farm; could she meet expenses; should she go to work in Rock Island, and if she did, what about the driving, etc.

John Eick Sr

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 13:27:39 -0500

This is the only picture I have found of my grandpa Eick, taken in 1921, with two of my cousins on my dad’s side, Helen & Loretta Daley. I really never knew these cousins—they were much older than I. One of them became a carmelite nun.

Libby blowing up a ballon

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 13:30:47 -0500

Libby talking about piano

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 12:05:34 -0500

Jasmine laughing

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 20:51:28 -0500

Jasmine and Libby sing a song

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 20:16:57 -0500

Libby on a swing, Jasmine at her first soccer practice

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 14:58:32 -0500

Libby on a swing, Jasmine at her first soccer practice

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Libby playing her ukelaian.

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 20:05:27 -0500

Jasmine eating breakfest

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 08:06:48 -0500

Jasmine puts her hands over her ears because she likes to her herself crunch.

Libby with her dolls

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 22:02:45 -0500

Jasmine with her hula bear

auto.nospam@nospam.andyeick.com (andy) — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 20:01:04 -0500