And all the more wonderful for having been absent for so long - thanks for the catchup, Peter and Cailin and Grady! I was beginning to think we'd have to send someone overseas again to restore the blog.
The pictures are a wonderful addition. I'm so glad you have that camera, Peter. If you can make a copy of the one of Dad with the 4 grands behind, admiring the cake, he would love that. I can't do that from the blog, can I?
Cool glasses, Grady. And those are adorable kidlets you tend. Did they ever find KC's shoes? And how cool to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge! The youngest of my father's six brothers, Morgan by name, was a laborer on the construction of that bridge.
Speaking of Morgan (that would have been my Uncle Morgan) - we had a guest at church last Sunday whose name-tag said he was from New London, CT. So, I had to tell him that I was born in New London. When I told him I was a McGinley, he said, " McGinley! You're not related to Morgan McGinley are you? He's my fly-fishing buddy!" (that would be my cousin Morgan, son of Uncle by-the-same-name.) Small world, as they say. Cousin Morgan retired last year as Editorial Page Editor of the New London Day, the newspaper one of our ancestors helped to found years ago. Time for fly-fishing now, I guess.
Cailin, I hope you haven't had to get in the lake this week. Enough of that torture!
I'm off after supper to a panel discussion of the possibility of establishing a Peace Studies course (more ideally, a Peace Studies Department) at Middlebury College. I'm not on the panel - just an interested bystander.
Love (and peace) to all,
GrAnn
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