Just when you were convinced that I hate old people, here is a post to prove otherwise.
It’s a post about my favorite kind of old people: my ancestors! Specifically, parents, grandparents, and a few random aunts and uncles.
One day, Dave (yes, THAT Dave) decided it would be cool to fill the big empty spot on our living room wall with photos of relatives from both sides of the family.
And I quite agreed!
So up went my mom’s wedding photo, a picture of Dave’s mom as a young woman in the service, Dave’s parents’ wedding photo. One of my favorites: Dave’s dad holding Baby Dave with a bottle of beer in the foreground (Baby Dave was the seventh boy. I think Dad deserved that beer). Also in attendance: my beloved Aunt Doris and Uncle Jack, my grandpa holding my mom as a baby, and my dad as a freckle-faced kid.
I always enjoy looking at these faces and remembering those who are no longer with us. The picture of my dad’s mother in her younger days: she’s absolutely beautiful. My mom’s mother, whom I never knew, exudes strength and humor. And the tenderness on the face of my dad-in-law.
Well, then my mom’s wedding photo (in the place of honor: upper right-hand corner) lost its backing and started sliding down the wall, so I had to come up with a quick replacement:
Uhh . . . sorry, Mom. What, you don’t remember Uncle Tim? He was at the last reunion. He told you your pink shell top was fabulous and suggested a shorter hemline to make the most of your fantastic legs. He also told Cousin Ruth to “make it work” and slyly whispered behind his cocktail napkin about Aunt Dottie’s cropped pants (you remember how he feels about cropped pants, right?)
Here’s a better look at his photo, to jog your memory:
Remember? Uncle Tim! The one who always dresses impeccably and never seems to have a date for family get-togethers.
But don’t worry, Mom. You have a new place of honor:
You get to sit next to our unmatched Abe Lincoln book-end.
Don’t you look fabulous?!