I was looking for something on the desk in my study this morning and found a cache of old photos. I have many photo albums, but these photos never made it to the albums. I scanned some of them, including the one below.
The photo shows me and my SIL Margi at my sister’s house in Baton Rouge in 1994. I had flown down to see Michelle on my own because David does not like to travel and he does not like Louisiana. I traveled alone a lot in those days. (The clock on top of the hutch belonged to mom’s dad, Grampa Harry.)
Seems like only yesterday we three were sitting around the table having coffee and a nice visit. I haven’t been back to LA to see my sister since then, although we did link up in Sheboygan a few times for family gatherings in the following years.
We would meet in Cincinnati and fly together from there to Milwaukee, and then drive to Sheboygan. Sometimes we met with cousins in Milwaukee. Susie would take the train from Chicago and we would see Ellen and Nancy who were still living there. Ellen and her husband Ray have become RV people since then, and Nancy and her husband have moved to Florida where he was born and raised.
It’s probably difficult for anyone outside the family to follow this story. I have 32 cousins on one side and about 16 on the other side.
Margi’s sons, (my nephews) are grown up, and one or two are in the service. I don’t know exactly what my youngest nephew did after he graduated from Ole Miss but I think the oldest is a translator with the Air Force.
Margi is a nurse and Michelle was a school teacher in BR before she retired.
Seeing the photo makes me want to get on a jet plane and fly there but first I must go see my oldest son, my DIL, and those cute grandsons. This will be my present to me for turning 70.