The more things change…..

BH went underground and came up with the right box of family photos. I’m not exactly sure why I’m doing this, but babies make people do strange things.

This photo was taken in 1933. The baby is my mother, held by her mother, with her mother to the left and the grande dame, Hundreds-Great-Grandma Ida to the right. (It’s OK, you can say it. I think Grandma Ida looks scary as hell, too.)

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Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.

Mom’s special birthday delivery

Yep, he made it on time; Kegan Alexander, 7 pounds, 12 ounces (much of that seems to be lung)!

Mom was able to end her 77th birthday visiting her new great-grandson, who was also celebrating a birthday.

Image and video hosting by TinyPic There was much cooing.

Image and video hosting by TinyPic Four generations, from the left: my sister, Lisa, her daughter, April, the new star, Kegan, and Joyce, the mom, grandmom & great-grandmom.

Buried somewhere deep in the forest in another 4-generation photo. In that one, my mom is the infant, accompanied by Peg, her mother, Ethel, her grandmother, and Ida, her great-grandmother. If I am counting on my fingers right, grandmom Ida is Kegan’s great-great-great-great-grandmother (born in 1866, died 1935).

I need to work on two chapters today. I’ll look for the picture during the break between them. My head is spinning from all this family stuff. I need to hang out with my characters to get my bearings back.