My camera was in my purse, so while I was waiting I took some more pictures of pictures. My plan is still to have them scanned, but I am soooo not a patient person.
My dad is the boy in the middle. My Aunt Margaret was the only sister. Symen, the oldest, is the brother who fell through ice and drown. My dad and Aunt Margaret witnessed that as three and four year olds. It forged a bond between the two of them that was very strong.
I wonder what the three of them are doing now?