Day 250: My Great Grandmother Moonlighted as a Disney Villian

Bill Cosby once said, "My children love my mother and I tell my children, "That is NOT the same woman I grew up with, that is an old woman trying to get into heaven now." I remember my great grandmother as a soft spoken lady who always ate the strawberry portion of the Neapolitan ice... Continue Reading →

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Day 242: Love, its Meaning and a Little Family History

That is a picture of my paternal grandparents headstone, I never got to meet either one of them. My dad is the youngest of three boys (I believe there had been a baby girl before my oldest uncle but she was stillborn). I suppose you could say that my father was an 'oops'. My grandmother... Continue Reading →

Day 195: Echoes of My Family

  I can't help thinking that the children in the photograph have been newly orphaned and the adult a distant relative with very little idea of how to take care of children who has suddenly found himself their guardian. I can't be sure what year the photo was taken in having the general look of... Continue Reading →

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