Scrapbook

So, I’ve created this space to share pictures and information re. the Vanderlips Clan, i.e. our family, a connubial confluence of Vandermays and Phillips, both immediate and more distant. Also find here additional, random tidbits and imagery that might not warrant fuller treatment in the main blog section. New additions at the top…

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Ran back across this image recently and felt it needed formal preservation. It was taken in August 1999, after we — the members of Gorham-based True North FC — claimed the Maine Open League Championship at the state Final Four in Presque Isle. That’s the mythic Costello Cup right there, front and center. I was 35 at the time and this was the last time any soccer team of mine won anything of note. Pictured from left (back row) Jimmy Merrill, Kelly Cates, Jason the goaltender (whose name I can’t recall and perhaps never knew), Johnny Merrill, Steve Babineau, yours truly, Pat Mellor, Tony Perry (first row), a mystery man who joined us for this year only, Ward Butler, Bob Strong, George Sherry (a.k.a. “Jij”), Sean “Bullet” Boulet, Pete Grasso, Carl Labbe, and Pat’s dog/team mascot Shiva.

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In the fall of 2013 Sharon and I participated a video/photo shoot organized by the Maine Dept. of Tourism. The campaign was aimed 40 and 50something couples looking to do autumnal things in Maine, like leaf-peeping and ogling covered bridges. Not sure what ever happened to all the video; at least one ad appeared on a NYC bus, we’re told (though we never saw it with our own eyes). This selection from the 2-day shoot was taken by Portland-based photographer Erin Little.

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Prior to the Vanderlips decamping for Vietnam in 2009 (see Sharon’s blog of that experience here), I made the move to a much smaller wallet. Southeast Asia generally is not “coat country”. It’s far too sweltering for those, meaning the purse-less among us (read: men) are obliged to put such things as wallets and keys in their pants — and a wallet on the Constanza model would never do under these conditions. So I made the move to a billfold with limited credit-card capacity, all of which slipped neatly in my back pocket. Of course, a whole host of shit no longer fit in this streamlined model — things like pictures of my family, my Bull Moose Records card, proof of various road-side assistance programs, etc. Much of that extraneous, excess content sat for many years on my bureau, inside my old, moldering wallet, which I recently threw away — lock, stock and barrel. I saved the pictures however. We keep such things on our phones today, but somehow it’s not the same. See here the wallet-sized imagery I once carried on my person, ready to share with anyone who showed interest:

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One thing I was sure to include here in the Scrapbook: the New Year’s Letters we annually share with family and friends. We got into this habit of eschewing Christmas or holiday cards somewhere around 2005. We found it more fun and thorough to receive such cards in December, then volley back with a summary of the prior year. Enjoy, and if anyone has a copy of our 2008 NYL, please send it along so we can complete the set.