You know you are living in the gray winter of Southwestern Pennsylvania when your solar operated Japanese beckoning cat can't even muster up one single wave.
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Update
Star date January 10, 2017
You know you are living in the gray winter of Southwestern Pennsylvania when your solar operated Japanese beckoning cat can't even muster up one single wave.
You know you are living in the gray winter of Southwestern Pennsylvania when your solar operated Japanese beckoning cat can't even muster up one single wave.
My Mom loved, loved, loved her younger brother Donald. They were 18 months apart and therefore played together and most often took care of one another. Donald and his family have lived in North Carolina for many years. When I was young they were the cousins you couldn't wait to see. They would visit during the summer and at Christmas time as Donald's wife, my Aunt Barbara (Aunt B Ann) also grew up in Waynesburg and they would spent time with both sides of the family.
When an opportunity arises to see Uncle Donald, I grap at it like a dangling carrot. This fall Dianne and I rode along with niece Abby as she was attending a Medical School interview in North Carolina. We spent the night with Uncle Donald, visiting with cousins and having Donald tell us stories about his experiences during the war and also growing up with Mom.
Over Christmas, Kevin, the boys and I were spending time with K's family in Columbus, when I learned that Uncle Donald and his family would be in town for a brief visit to attend a memorial service and burial for Aunt B Ann's sister, Martha. Dianne said, "You don't have to come back for it." My reply, "Well, of course I am coming."
Traveling alone in a mini-van is a lot different than traveling with your family. For 3 quiet and peaceful hours I listened to music of my chosing and to a podcast series called Serial. Even though they were here for less than 24 hours, I so enjoyed visited with Uncle Donald and his family. We visitied the cemetery where many of our relatives are buried, even though we nearly froze to death. Also we went on a drive around the hills and he showed me a house where my Grandmother lived when she was growing up. I had never been introduced to it before so I was happy to learn some new family history.
When an opportunity arises to see Uncle Donald, I grap at it like a dangling carrot. This fall Dianne and I rode along with niece Abby as she was attending a Medical School interview in North Carolina. We spent the night with Uncle Donald, visiting with cousins and having Donald tell us stories about his experiences during the war and also growing up with Mom.
Over Christmas, Kevin, the boys and I were spending time with K's family in Columbus, when I learned that Uncle Donald and his family would be in town for a brief visit to attend a memorial service and burial for Aunt B Ann's sister, Martha. Dianne said, "You don't have to come back for it." My reply, "Well, of course I am coming."
Traveling alone in a mini-van is a lot different than traveling with your family. For 3 quiet and peaceful hours I listened to music of my chosing and to a podcast series called Serial. Even though they were here for less than 24 hours, I so enjoyed visited with Uncle Donald and his family. We visitied the cemetery where many of our relatives are buried, even though we nearly froze to death. Also we went on a drive around the hills and he showed me a house where my Grandmother lived when she was growing up. I had never been introduced to it before so I was happy to learn some new family history.
I understand why Mom loved him so much. At 90 years young, he is a pretty lovable guy.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)