Mom: On daffodils

When we were all together as a family, your Dad did all the driving. Back then, I was content and thrilled to be a passenger, as your Dad was much better at navigating around town. In fact, in many respects, before GPS navigation was available, I would have been called directionally-challenged. One early spring day, […]

Uncle Stan: On a wolf-whistle whoops

One of Grandma’s favorite memories about daddy shared by Uncle Stan. Jon was about 6-7 months old; crawling fast, but not walking; whistling, but not talking. Grandma Halle was playing with him at our local beach, when she realized that she needed to go potty. She took Jon into the stall with her, and put him down […]