Going through my family’s old slides has been fun, rewarding, educational, and thought provoking. Occassionally I come across a photo that makes me scratch my head and go,”huh?” Like this one:
First, WHO is sleeping on the cot outside? And my Grandma poking her head out the car…What the? Did my mom’s family go through a homeless period that they forgot to tell me about?
On a more serious note, this is my cousin Steve. I didn’t know he golfed at age 7. But I did know he was darling, red-haired, and he and his sister Kathy were very close to my parents. Steve passed away 28 days ago. And although I remember seeing him at a couple family gatherings, I never knew him. He lived in the Puget Sound his whole life, and I have lived between Portland and Bellingham all of mine. And I didn’t know him. I think that’s tragic.