57 Years ago today, our family welcomed my 'little' brother into the world. He was the only baby born at home. He was a clunker, and he had the longest curliest hair.
I made a picture of a picture here, which in it's original size is only 2 inches wide, so it's a little fuzzy.
What's amazing to me is that in this picture, my mom was 25, that's Bugs' age, and my father was 30.
Get a load of the LARGE painting above the bed, with the Holy Mother, Jesus and a bunch of angels.
I called him this morning. He and his wife are at my parents' today, celebrating his birthday.
It sounded like they had a room full of LOUD party-ers, lots of laughter and shouting going on.
My other brother and his wife were there as well.
Oh, what I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall today!
Birthday boy was glad I sang to him (he said nobody sang for him yet) and he and his wife were having a ball. They spent a week in England before coming to Holland, they spent a few days at my other brother, and are now going to be putzing around Holland for a few weeks with my sister's house as their home base.
After that they will travel to Italy and Greece.
Needless to say I am a bit sad today. I so wish I could be there. Seems the older I get, the more I miss my family, the traditions.
Bugs just called, while I was in the shower. She didn't want to talk with Wheelie, she just told him to have me call her back.
I HATE that! When I called her back I gave her a little piece of my mind, dammit.
The man is isolated enough as it is, now his own daughter won't even give him a simple message, or just talk to him.
What the *&$%@???
Anyway, a day of sadness and introspective. Getting warmer outside again.
Bugs is in her way to drop Boo off so she can do her restaurant order.
And on we go..........
Over the weekend Wheelie and I watched the entire HBO mini series about the lives of John and Abigail Adams, courtesy of Netflix. It was slow going, but then in those days it WAS slow going.
At first I was bored, but the film grew on me. These folks in general lived a tough life.
Did you know that his only daughter died of breast cancer? She had a mastectomy done by the family doctor, no anesthetic, just lie down and bite on a stick, my dear. And the knife he used..bbrrrrrr...how brave these people were.
The film was very well done, and in the end it was like watching the real people, not the actors.
I also didn't know that Adams and Jefferson both died on the same day, July 4th.
Well, that's gotta be it for today.
Have a wonderful week y'all!
SGMKJ!
3 comments:
Hello M...yes festiv times can also be ones filled with emotional reflectiuon(regret) the younger we get. Said good bye to Corry after a wonderful 90th Birthday..she was feeling the seperation from the family, however she soliders on...dropped a message to Carlo. I did not realize he is two months older then me...old fart. Please say hello to D...give him a big hug for me. I have a large photo of him and the rest of the gang many Christmas ago when we were in Calistoga....WOW...where does time go? Good on you with Buggies. I must admit Laura did send a Birthday card after some prompting to HER Oma. Well W...is not doing all that well. We talk several times a week and she is really feeling it. She has to undergo another operation or another round of cemo...she is leaning towards the later. Welll luv You Iggies
I didn't know about John's daughter having breast cancer! Wow. My daughter is a direct decendent of John and John Quincy and we have the documentation to prove it. I'll have to Netflix the story sometime and check it out (probably not soon).
Having a small anxiety attack here and getting some relief, so I'm going to take advantage of the drugs and go to sleep.
Peace.
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