We ran down memory lane again...


Uncle John, Mom and Auntie T


1981... geez - the hair!


I think I was a hobo


Mom and Penny


me!


Us with Gram and Gramps


Grandpa, Grandma and ... can't remember














Grandma and Aunt Helen I think


Fun to go back...

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