Benjamin and Zelumah, We Thank You
I don't know where I lost my Sleepy Wrap, but it may have been here at the Johnson family reunion. Sorry for the lament, but that's the first thing I thought of when I loaded these pictures. Moving on,
Debbie and Aidan!
Debbie and Aidan some more!
Growly Bear on a ladder!
So many picnic tables covered with genealogies! This was impressive, even though I-- Abigail nee JOHNSON-- and the bounty of children with whom I live weren't listed among my parent's children/grandchildren. I have now concluded that, for all practical purposes, we do not exist.
In this picture, Mildred proves she's an 80-year old masquerading as my daughter.
I include this picture because it so perfectly captures Luci's scrunch-faced delight when her name was drawn out a hat to win the cool, little camp chair on which she sits.
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