Meanwhile, back on Watergate Lane
We tried to help Mom. Some of us more than others. (Sorry, Mom.) Here we are planting a Mother's Day Garden.
We went to church.
Did Michael's imaginary friend, Michael Clinton Denton, have tea with him Christmas?
We celebrated Christmas. That straw thing is a creche (I don't know how to spell that French word for manger scene, but that's what Mom called it.)
We looked after each other.
We played.
Don and Mary in the snow. It reminds me of the Cowardly Lion, assuming the same position as Don in this picture, saying they'd erect a statue him in this town and the Scarecrow saying, "Well, don't start posing for it now!"
We had birthday parties with our friends.
We relaxed.
We watched too much Gilligan's Island.
The big kids took care of the little kids. Donnie cutting up Mary's food.
We ate a lot of birthday cake. Bill and Jerry shaking hands. By my calculation, Dad missed over sixty of our birthday parties. That's sixty plus times Mom had to pretend to be light-hearted.
We played some more.
We stuck together. Donnie and Jerry shaking hands.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFujGieAirI
To be clear, I've only watched a few seconds of it. It makes me gut-wrenchingly homesick, but only because it's so sweet! I feel that way about you!!