Live each day with meaning.
My Grandmother, Virginia, with her little sister, Bonnie.
"Soon I will be an old, white-haired lady, into whose lap someone places a baby, saying, "Smile, Grandma!" - I, who myself so recently was photographed on my grandmother's lap. ~ Live Ullmann
My Grandmother, Virginia, with her sisters Arlene and Bonnie.
My Grandmother, Virginia
-Henry David Thoreau
My Great-great grandparents, Joseph Lingard and Susan Lecky
"Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
My great grandmother, Florence Lingard (left) with her sister and brother.
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time. Then your time on earth will be filled with glory. "
My Great-great Grandmother, Charlotte Florentine Blankenship
And my Great-great Grandfather, Spencer Manly Lecky
"The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience."
My Grandmother, Virginia, with her family...including my father, Daniel.
My father with me:
"There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself." ~John Gregory Brown
"You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them." ~Desmond Tutu
My great-grandmother, Ruth Mallory (above, right) and her daughters: Peggy (left) and my grandmother Faye (right) below.
My mother with my grandfather, Clinton Logan and grandmother, Faye Mallory.
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. "
My mother with her brothers...
My mother, Terry, with me.
"Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: "I am with you kid. Let's go." ~Maya Angelou
" A sibling may be the keeper of one's identity, the only person with the keys to one's unfettered, more fundamental self." ~Marian Sandmaier
~Jane Austen
My Grandpa James Hamilton Cline and me...
With my grandmother, Faye.
"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on." ~Havelock Ellis
-Leo Tolstoy
" The history of our grandparents is remembered not with rose petals but in the laughter and tears of their children and their children's children. It is into us that the lives of grandparents have gone. It is in us that their history becomes a future." ~ Charles and Ann Morse
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