This is my Mom and Dad's first home together. Mom labelled it "Home May 1929" Their first child Robert William, was born in the hospital, and died there shortly after his birth. My brother Ed, and I were both born in this house 1932 and 1933. They lost the house during the depression, and later my Dad built a house in the same neighborhood. Mom told us about this being our house, and there were pictures of us as babies sitting on blankets on the lawn. I always thought I could remember the house when we visited friends there, when we were growning up. The stairway was familiar, and I always felt somewhat haunted there.
61 years married to the same wonderful guy. Nine times a grandmother, three times a mother. He has taken me to dig minerals in Francon Quarry in the heart of Montreal, and pan for gold in Douglas Creek Wyoming. We have a pssion for Scottish games, and all things Scottish including Robert Burns and single malt. I learned to make a kilt, (made 4 or 5) and scones. We are blessed because we both love books. We seem to stumble over them everywhere we go (including the living room, the dining room, the bedroom, the computer room and yes, even the bathroom.) We go to Gun Shows to buy and sell books, and meet so many nice people. I am learning to build a webpage. My next ambition is sudoku?? I haven't a prayer there.