Family Portraits

Tomorrow I am traveling to Denver. When they try to make me take off my shoes at the security checkpoint, I am going to bust out with, ďbut Iím a Jewelry Designer to the StarsĒ.

Iíll let you know how that turns out.

Iím flying into Denver at 10:30 a.m. Thursday morning and helping a friend drive a u-haul to Miami, Florida where she is due at a conference on Saturday morning at 10:00 a.m.

Iíll let you know how that turns out too.

I should probably call Selena and tell her I am leaving so she doesnít have the FBI bust into my house with tear gas and killer dogs that shoot killer bees out of their mouths when they bark.

Woof.

Family Pictures

No one seems to know who these children are. Cute enough though.

My grandfather Cecil is the shocked looking younger child, the stoic looking one is his brother Roy. I love the name Roy. Itís just so . . . Roy.

Ok, I love how serious these children are. Even the baby is serious and that is why this is an awesome picture. The far right is my great grandfather Victor.


Compare the above picture to the white trashiness of this picture. I am the very confused looking child in pink. The dork in the glasses is my brother. The rest are cousins that I have never seen, probably since this picture was taken.

On the left is my great grandfatherís first wife, Ella. I love this picture because wearing hats and coats on the beach is a sign of classiness. It so is.

Grandmother Dulcie on the right and her horsey faced friend.

My great, great uncle Johnny. Wasnít he dashing? I think dashing fits for this picture. Check out the chaps.

Great Uncle Johnny with his sister Sadie. Again, fabulous name.

My grandmother Dulcie on the far right. Donít you just love the names? Perfect. Her brothers Tommy and Jack.

This is my Great Great Aunt Maxine and her parents. She was great too! She moved to New York when she was 16 to go to school and played the violin in the philharmonic orchestra and she always wore awesome hats.

Aunt Maxine (older) with her sister Aunt Opal (younger). Opal got married when she was 18 and divorced by 21. But then she went on to do all these amazing things. She lived in Europe and Africa and by the time I came along had trunks and trunks full of stuff in her attic for me to play with. And lots of hats.

Another picture of Opal and Max. Dig the hair bow.

I have another picture of them when they are much older and they are holding hands. I love that picture because they are wearing hats, but also for another reason.

Of course canít find it BECAUSE I LOSE EVERYTHING!

It doesnít matter. My mom always thought it was sad how neither of them married (except Opal briefly) or had any children and wound up all alone, living together.

Except I never thought that, because they werenít alone.

They had each other. They had these really amazing lives, traveled, just all kinds of adventures and people and places. In the end though, when all of that was over, they still had each other. They were each otherís best friend and thatís everything.

To have someone who will hold your hand, who will love you no matter what and not be ashamed of you is . . . well itís just everything. Thatís all anyone can hope for, to still have your best friend stand beside you in the end.

How could you ever be alone if you had your best friend?

Plus if you have a cute hat? Bonus.

2006-02-08 at 12:44 p.m.