Robert holding the albino corn snake that got nervous and "had an accident" on him.
Beatrice fascinated with the snake. Why? I don't know.......
Here is our T&T star!! Robert finished his book in EIGHT weeks!!! We are really proud of him!! :)
We have a new Sunday School teacher in our Sunday School class. He is going to be a great teacher. Except I really stressed him out today. He asked us to think about our first memory when we were children. I should have been first because my mind had only wandered back to living on good old Snake Den Road and running through the woods playing with my friends and cousins. Swinging from trees and having a great time! But as he went around the class, I remembered my first memories were not actually of Snake Den Road. So trying to sort things out in my head, he progressed around the class and I realized I could not say what I had to say without breaking down crying. I knew I could not even say it but I was able to calm myself down as he came around to our row. Taylor gave his first memories and he was pretty funny because he has such bad eyesight he is legally blind so he said he couldn't remember much visually because of his eyesight but he remembers his nanny telling him never to call someone a fool. So after he was done, I made a vain attempt to compose myself. I couldn't do it. And I think I ruined the class. My first memories were my last memories of my grandpa. He died when I was very young but I remember how much he loved us. Boy! Did he love us. He always had time for us and danced with us. I vaguely remember him playing his accordian and the piano. I remember when he and Grandma came home from Norway and we met them. It's not like it is now but they did have some security. I could see him coming and I flew under the ropes and jumped into his arms and wouldn't let go. He had all kinds of luggage in his hands!! I can't even remember if they came home by boat or plane but Dorothy has filled in my memory gaps with it because she tells that story a lot. I remember the rock wall he built and he let all of us put our handprints and footprints in it down by the road. I went back several years ago and the part where we had our handprints was gone. I guess I had never associated my memories of him with the time of his departure. Looking back it seems like only moments that I knew him. But it was really several years. I have the best family on the planet!