Me, Joe, Tom, Bill, about 1955
A family fable:
Judy holding Stephen, Me, Joe, Tom, Bill. In front Theresa, Maggie, Mary about 1960
In 1951, on the Summer Solstice, there was born a beautiful maiden. She was the first daughter, following three sons, and her mother despaired of ever bearing a girl.
Back: me, Mary, Judy
middle: Cathy, John
Bottom: Lizzie, Julie, Theresa, Maggie
(By November of that year, I was married. Strange!)
Unprepared for the naming of a female offspring, the mother resorted in great distress to a tome of names. Each one was carefully read, all the way from A to Z. After hours of studying names and considering them with the child's father, the poor mother finally settled on a name that suited the little girl in the bassinet.
Mom and I, 1988
And so she named her--Susanna. Who in time grew up to have not daughters, but sons. And then grandchildren, who all call her Granny Sue.
Dad, Back row: Me, Theresa, Lizzie, Julie
fromt: Judy, Cathy, Maggie. The only sister missing is Mary, who had to work while we tried on hats.
Happy Birthday, Granny Sue! As Robin Williamson once said, 'to be a good storyteller you need to lead a storyteller's life', and you're certainly doing that.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tim! And thanks for coming all the way from London to visit :)
ReplyDeleteDon't you think we all live storytellers' lives? It's just noticing it and thinking about it that makes the difference. I have yet to meet a boring person, although I have met those who describe themselves that way.
But ah, life! It is meant to be lived, and that is what I try to do.
Was the Easter Sunday pic taken on the steps of the Quarry Street house that you wrote about?
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