Another blurry photo of my parents wedding day. From left to right,
Uncle Pat (now Brother Anthony), Uncle Major (Richard Kenneth…
killed in a car accident), Grandpa Malone (Mom’s Dad), Dad, Uncle
Bob, and Grandpa Shaughnessy. I believe the year was 1947.
Fabulous Elsewhere: Calorie King
Upon examining this scan in the photo lab where I work, I expressed my disappointment that it was so blurry. The head of my department happened to be in the room. He said something to me that I have never forgotten: “JoanE, just be glad you have a record of your parents wedding day, blurry or not. “ This mindset keeps my perspective straight.
Fabulous elsewhere: Decorno FYI: All links open in a new window
My friend Pammy darling would not allow my sons in her
woods without their orange during hunting season
FYI: Zach is blogging again
St. Joan
Can you believe her courage? She was killed for her Truth.
I must look in here for some understanding
We were young once, and my sis lived on Patton Street.
I read this every day. It’s real cheese whiz.
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