Pretty Pat at one year old.
I had something in my eye! It still went out as the family Christmas Card in 1962. The Hoefers.
I didn't really play, but I loved to act like I did.
Pepsi, and drawing!
I completed the snowman in a rather unorthodox manner.
Old before my time.
My little brother, my dog, and my playhouse. Life was good.
That is a hat. Really...no really.
Pat graduating from Univerisity of Iowa with her Bachelors in Fine Art.
Easter. We cleaned up pretty good in those days. (I love the white gloves!) from left to right: Nick, David, Jennifer, Tom, Pat (about 6 yrs. later, Steve would be added to the line-up)
Tom, Pat, Jennifer, with Grandma Crase. I look an aweful lot like her here.
Pat and David. Taking goodies to the neighbors.
Christmas Card time!
"Mom! That lady looks like a cow!"
College, makes you do odd stuff.
Pat, in first grade.
Fashion can hurt, but so does stupidity.
Mom swears this was not posed. Frankly, I believe her, she didn't have time!
Just before I lost my beautiful locks!
"Leave me alone, I'm watching my story!"
Four, going on six! Four boys, two girls.
Born with a paint brush in her hand in 1961!
