Family

My grandmother Margaret with two of her siblings and my great-grandmother.

My Grandma and Dad in about 1958 (is that right, Dad?).

Update: Dad says 1960.

We’re SOOOOOOOOOOOOO proud!

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8:59pm update

Aaarrrggghhh, we’re so washed out in that photo (and I have a double chin!). This one’s better.

There was pecan pie too! Three pies for 6 people!

Yummy cranberry jelly things.

Hope you all had a good thanksgiving!

Last Saturday witnessed a little family get-together at the parents’ house. What was unusual about this one was the addition of my cousin Sue and her husband erik. We’re so glad they could come!

Oh, but where’s Mum?

Ahh yes, preparing the tasty lunch. Thanks, Mum!

Wait! Someone must have taken these photos.

There he is—Link! (Sorry about the overkill with the red-eye reduction, Link, but seriously, you don’t look nearly so evil now!)

Good times!

This blast from the past is from 1982 or 1983. I would have been about 8 or 9 and Michelle 10 or 11.

On the left is my wonderful mother (Hi Mummy!) and on the right is her mother, my Busha, who passed away last September.

Now I’m off to bowl with my Mom, a recently-added Sunday morning tradition.

Perhaps they are not
stars in the sky,
But rather openings
where our loved ones
shine down to let us know
they are happy.

           —Eskimo Legend