tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23007644.post6078482204797940666..comments2023-04-07T08:48:50.798-05:00Comments on a little light reading: happy birthdayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07373663686830552466noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23007644.post-29115424115810929712007-10-24T21:18:00.000-05:002007-10-24T21:18:00.000-05:00That picture is great. I especially love the deat...That picture is great. I especially love the death grip on the head thing. Your recounting how your dad wanted more grandchildren and the sheets etc. made me think of how worried my mother was that the girls might choose not to have children. And how, it was being with her at the end and knowing how important family is, or, as Erin said, "Knowing the family stories had to go on being told." that gave the edge to them starting their own families. Maddy was born the following year and Harry the year after. Pretty cool.<BR/><BR/>Today is Grandma Loo's birthday. She and Uncle El began the tradition of sharing a half orange/half chocolate cake halfway between, when he was little. I remember her chortling over it. I also remember a birthday party at some restaurant in Baltimore with such a cake when my Dana was very young. It was eons late by the time the restaurant took our order and even later when the food came and we were all keeping her occupied. Your Dad was doing things with napkins to amuse her, and getting the waiter to bring saltines. It was a riot. Actually, I think Sara was there, because she was at Goucher then. Wonder if she remembers?<BR/><BR/>I'm with Erin, sometimes I get caught off-guard and just miss them all. Thanks Lucy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23007644.post-12249941418736349392007-10-24T08:56:00.000-05:002007-10-24T08:56:00.000-05:00Thanks for posting that picture. Every time I see ...Thanks for posting that picture. Every time I see it I miss them (all) all over again.<BR/><BR/>Happy Birthday to Uncle El!!!! What I remember most about your dad was he was a nightshirt man and when I was little we would stay with him whenever we visited G-ma Loo. He would regularly offer to trade nightgowns with me....of course mine was always a little girl type with pink flowers or something and his was always plaid...made me laugh every time!Damselflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00865160924325491575noreply@blogger.com