Forty years ago my cousin, Gene, visited Indiana. See, there we are.
This past weekend he and his wife, Merrilee, visited again.
See, same two guys.
Gene and Merrilee were driving all the way across the country from Oregon to the Virginia coast. We were blessed in that they chose to make our place one of their stops. We had ample time to visit, bring one another up to date, and reminisce about the old days.
Gene had with him some old family pictures which I had never seen, and I added them to my digital album.
This is our Grandpa and Grandma Morrell. The little girl is their first child, Ava, who died at age five. The baby is Ray, who is Gene's father. My mother was born about a year and one-half after this picture was made.
Thanks, Merrilee and Gene. Family times are good times.
With their kids, back in the day.
6 comments:
It's not hard to see the family resemblance. The Morrell/Palmer guys are all tall and good looking.
I think you are more handsome now than then...
Visits like that are always very nice.
Vee, he's Ernie, I'm Ellis; but still there is a family resemblance.
Grace, you are altogether too kind.
Chuck, of such little things are woven a satisfactory life.
Nice- the continuity of family does mean something. I am the end of a (biological) line and sometimes it smarts. I enjoy the old pictures.
Sharkey, a what point will the younger generation grasp the concept of family connectedness? My memory suggests that I've always appreciated the extended family.
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