Ye gads, where have you people been hiding this wonderful thread! What delightful and beautiful photos of you and your loved ones. Nycgirl, I'm so glad you posted the photos of your lovely and very elegant grandmothers. I had already seen the two gorgeous photos of you, but none of the rest. What a treat! Each photo of the different family members is just wonderful people.
Yes, I mean like 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1.... in the coming years. ;D
I have four children, but only two have had children of their own. For the other two the timing just has not been right, but I would imagine they'll play catch-up with their siblings sometime in the future, as they both love kids. It has been lots of fun watching my children grow into responsible adults. They're good people. Four more grandchildren? At least.
On the other hand the younger you are, within reason , the more enjoyment they will give you.
But grandchildren are so much more enjoyable, you can hand them back when the going gets tough. ;D ;D ;D
Oh, Mossie, I am in complete agreement, but what I meant was that I think it's important to have children on your own time, if at all possible, I'm sure the in-laws want grandchildren, but they won't be the ones who will be raising the little darlings.
It appears, after a hiatus, there will be a continuation of the "series" featured in reply 61 and, come late August, we will have 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, and a new addition to the blond-headed, hat-wearing part of the group!
Let me start a revival..... This weekend our grandsons came to stay for three nights and on Sunday after a glorious sunny picnic in the bush they decided it was time to have a swim. On finding that our pool water was freezing cold ( 26C and upwards only acceptable), my eldest boy jumped at the chance to do a mini swim in the bath. Notice the goggles which are worn at every swimming lesson.....I apologise for the bad pics taken on my iPhone. (sumwhat hurriedly)[/URL]
So great that you revived this thread, Tod. Your grandson just keeps getting cuter & cuter.
Coincidentally, since this thread just came back to light, my little brother posted a pic on facebook that I either never saw, or it was so long ago that I forgot. Anyway, it was wonderful to see & just in time for Mothers Day. Here is my beautiful mother in January of 1960:
When my little sister died at the age of 13 my parents set up a foundation to help support children undergoing cancer treatment and their families. That foundation morphed into a very active center and this past week an event was held to mark its 40th anniversary. I was unable to attend, but they asked for a photo of my parents to hang next to a portrait of my sister in the lobby of the building. Here's the only good, "later years" picture I could find of my parents together, though neither were very healthy at this point.
Some beautiful mothers AND grandmothers posted here. Lizzy, what a fabulous photo of you with your mother. Though I suspect your mother was much younger than mine, they both died around the same time. I only became close to my mother once I got into my thirties and could relate to her as an adult. I regret we were not closer as I was growing up.
So glad to see your darling mothers and grands, bixa, lizzy, htmb.
If I weren't on my work computer, if I were more phototech-competent or with it, I'd post a Mother's Day one of my Mumma.
As it is, I'm delighted at having both daughters home today: H got back from her London semester last week, and then MC surprised us by flying in from Minneapolis for the weekend. Tears of joy. I'll post their photos if I can ever manage to crawl into the 21st C.
I'm admiring all of these. Don't feel comfortable sending in photos of family without their consent. Perhaps one of my mum when she was a war worker in Ottawa, with her jet-black hair and olive complexion (though it is a black-and-white photo, as most were then). A natural strand of white hair (her work-mates called her "Flower", after the skunk in Bambi). Next to an old-fashioned telephone, in a modest but elegant black dress (which she had made, of course) with a white collar.
There are as many colours in my family as in NYC girl's, but most of those of what to used to be called the "Mongoloid" (horrors!) race (more horrors!) are Amerindian and Inuit. The Africans hail from the Caribbean, the Europeans (alas, the majority of my genetic profile) from the Celtic north, both Gaelic and Breton, and the Mediterranean south).
My mother's hair was pretty much grey by the time she was forty, and her baby brother, my youngest uncle, who is 80 now, has silvery hair, but also a full head of it! My mum was 42 when I was born, and in the baby-boom era, that was a huge gap. My dad was even older of course.
Mother lived to 98, dad dead by 60, and I'm not much younger... Dad was an inveterate smoker.