You know photographs are pretty wonderful. I spent time today restoring this image (class assignment). I can recall their voices and feel their energy as I work with it.

The pretty brunette is my Mother Margaret. She’s next to my godfather Emmett who was a pretty fair pro golfer in his day. Aunt Helen on the far left was a socialite. She’s standing next to Agnes who was rock solid and wise. Anne on the right was the “baby” in the family. Uncle Jim, the oldest, I believe had already gone to meet his maker when this was taken.