Dad wanted to get on the road early (he flew out here, but is driving grandma's car back to Oklahoma), so sis and I and some other family met him for breakfast at 7am. Ugh. But it was good times because my cousin brought some VERY old pictures of my dad, mom, my sister, and myself, that were in a chest she inherited from grandma (and which grandma inherited from great-grandma). Some of the photos I had seen before, but others I had not. Especially some photos of my mom before I was born.
After breakfast, we all said bye to dad as he got on the road. Then we went to his sister's house to look at more old photos in chests. We're talking some from the mid-1800s, so more than a hundred years old. Very neat. We also found some very useful genealogical information that I used to update my gedcoms. I SO wish I brought my scanner. I intended to, but decided against it last minute. That was a mistake. So now I need to get my cousin a scanner for Christmas (and hope she uses it) so she can scan all these rapidly degrading photos into a computer and get them sent off to us, so that we at least have the records of their existence.
After a couple hours at our aunt's, it was time for my sister to catch her flight back to NYC, so we said our farewells and off she went. Who knows when we'll all be together again. Hopefully not just for another death. Maybe for my little brother's high school graduation? Maybe for my sister's wedding to her boyfriend of seven years (hint hint)? I just really hope it is not only death that brings us together in life. Even so, I'm definitely glad we snapped this three generational photo following the burial, with my dad and all his kids together for one of the few times in many many years.
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