Meeting a cousin, Bob Moore, his poosslq, Leslie Nolan, (or her
poosslq depending on your point of view) and Leslie’s mother, Marilyn.
at a coffee shop yesterday was so much fun, I forgot to take pictures.
We talked about family members current, as in my sister suffering from
brain cancer showing an improvement after a scary malaise from the
radiation, to Bob’s wedding, so many years ago, how his brother Jim, met
his wife, to other cousins, aunts, uncles and surprising stories in our
family genealogy. Grandma Moore had her fist baby at age 15? Did Uncle
Leonard really take the first tank across the bridge at Remoggin,
during WWII?
We don’t know all the answers, but aging gives a great perspective of
the past. And I KNOW you are wondering about that poosslq word.
I worked the census for many years and during the 1970′s that word was used to describe …persons of opposite sex sharing living quarters.
Isn’t that a hoot? Now we accept the normalcy of significant other. As, in my significant other, Jim Jaillet.
Later, I cooked a turkey breast so we could enjoy one of the best
part’s of the feast, turkey sandwiches. I must thank the Earl of
Sandwich for that great repast.
Note: working on a new computer after wirelessly loading every thing
from my motor home computer and my home computer, to this one. It took
forty-eight hours. Glitches are in store. It will take time to work them
out but…I made the page.
ciao
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