Sunday, September 28, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
More Family Photos
Early days at the Music Mansion
Cousin Gail's Family Card
Beautiful Day at Chase Hill with Carmen
More Family Photos
Sasha and Nina
Kenneth's Lobster Bar Incident
My Bass Clarinet Sistered in Cloth
Mom and Lydia at Chase Hill
Chava, Sasha, Nina and Lydia at Stump Sprouts
Dad's Prom Collage
My Bass Clarinet Sistered in Cloth
Mom and Lydia at Chase Hill
Chava, Sasha, Nina and Lydia at Stump Sprouts
Dad's Prom Collage
Monday, September 15, 2008
Nana Lillian
Nana Lillian had the softest hair. I did not get to spend much time with her, but I do remember touching her wonderful hair while sitting on her lap.
Nina and Lydia: Great Grandma Lillian and Great Grandpa George with Grandpa Philip
Miles and Lena:
These Grandpas and Grandmas are your Great Grandpas and Grandmas.
In other words, your Dad's father's father and mother. It's fun to collect family information so keep asking all the cousins questions and try to find more pictures. Your Aunt Marje is making some DVD's with some old films and videos I have saved.
All best,
Cousin Gregg AKA Cousin Egg
Great Grandpa George and Grandpa Phil
Grandpa George looked like a formidable gentleman!
Raphe has a picture of him wearing a traditional Fedora. I'll have to search to find that one and post it.
Unfortunately, I did not get to meet my Grandpa George, as he had already died before I was born. My mother Glenna tells me stories about George that include him going upstate NY to play Pinochle (for cash). He would either come back empty handed, or with a trunk full of fish for the family! Either way, he always collected wild mushrooms and brought those as well. My mother tells me she said thank you and then tossed them in the back yard. I think there were some growing in the back yard after that. I love mushrooms and always wanted to become a Micologist.
Much Clearer Now
This one came to me in an email from the Wheeler School last week...
If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're "exotic, different."
Grow up in Alaska eating moose burgers, a quintessential American story.
If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim.
Name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you're a maverick.
Graduate from Harvard law School and you are unstable.
Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well grounded.
If you spend 3 years as a brilliant community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration drive that registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people while sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works and Veteran's Affairs committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.
If your total resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000 people, 20 months as the governor of a state with only 650,000 people, then you're qualified to become the country's second highest ranking executive.
If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while raising 2 beautiful daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're not a real Christian.
If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and left your disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you're a Christian.
If you teach responsible, age appropriate sex education, including the proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.
If, while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no other option in sex education in your state's school system while your unwed teen daughter ends up pregnant, you're very responsible.
If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city community, then gave that up to raise a family, your family's values don't represent America's.
If you're husband is nicknamed "First Dude", with at least one DWI conviction and no college education, who didn't register to vote until age 25 and once was a member of a group that advocated the secession of Alaska from the USA, your family is extremely admirable.
OK, much clearer now.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Summer in Mavillette 2003
This was a really fun summer in Nova Scotia. Carmen was still a puppy. Check her out in the Santa suit!
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