Invited to "Tea Party"...

Son RC called the night before asking if I wanted to attend a "Tea Party" for Evan's kindergarten at his school. I arrived and sat in the overly hot gymnasium. The woman next to me had a huge lense on her camera that intimidated me and the mother in front of me had her video camera. I came with a small digital camera with a bad battery, so had to keep turning it off and on to get enough charge for photos.
In came the kindergarten classes. What was not to Love? Little girls in their Easter Dresses and ribbons in the hair. And the boys were waving like crazy at their parents and or grandparents. Evan was in the last class. He searched the crowd and finally spotted his GaGa, greeting me with a sly smile. That's all it took for me to feel that inner glow that grandparents get when they spot that little guy who means the world to them.

I had not realized that this was their graduation and they were given certificates and pencils by the principal individually.

Afterward we had lemonade and cookies and he asked me to take him to the sitters so he wouldn't have to ride the bus. We stopped to get him some strawberry lemonade, french fries, and a bag of jr.roast beef sandwiches at Arby's for the other kids at the sitters.Some moments in time only happen once in your life and this one was a keeper...

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Father's Day 2006

My father Wellesley Alexander was the best father a girl could ever have. He was raised by John and Elizabeth, two parents with stately confidence. John was an artist who started a cemetery monument business with his art ability and Elizabeth did well in the stock market, taking the boys back to their roots in Scotland... trips Dad never forgot. Dad had one brother Ian. I never heard either brother say anything unkind about the other. Dad worked in the family business most of his life. His health declined in his early 70's...heart problems, depression, and many other problems that my mother tried to cope with, using up her health. He spent his last years in three different resthomes. It will always haunt me how sad his last years were on this earth. In his bitterness, he lashed out at my brothers and sister, but never at me...I guess I wasn't there as often, living out of state. He was human and made mistakes. He opened an Edsel dealership which was to be the downfall of his fi...

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One Moment That Will Last Forever

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