Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


50 Years of Misery, er, I Mean Memories

Last month I hosted a 50th anniversary party for my parents. It was quite the accomplishment going all that time without a single police response to our home for a domestic disturbance. Actually, I'm pretty shocked. It may be that we lived on a large lot and no one in the neighborhing houses could hear the yelling. Anyway. Here are a few shots taken by Uzz for me. I decorated several tables with family photos over the years and made a photo album. Lots of people enjoyed it. Here are my boys flipping through it.

Sweet Little Bit was an angel at the reception. For the last half of the party, she sat at the table and drew on her note pad and welcomed people to the party.
Toward the end of the party, I let her wear my pearls. She really enjoyed that.
Mom played nicely after a while. At first she mimicked stabbing dad in the privates with the cake slicer. No sharp objects for that woman.
This was the best man at my folks' wedding. Daddy was so happy to see him. That smile alone made all the hassle worth it. The old gal in the yellow behind him is close to 100 and is something else. A very sweet old woman. The man she is talking to attended mom and dad's wedding, too.
And, my family.
My brother, me and my folks.
This is my sis-in-law and two of her three boys. The youngest was at camp.
And, the whole bunch. This is my brother and his family and my family. Of course, we're missing one of the grandchildren, but it is close.
And, Hot Rod's godmother with Little Bit. This gal and LabKat were Godsends at the reception. I couldn't have done any of it without them.


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