My Family: Intro
I will add to this from time to time, with the new pictures being added at the top of the page so what is newest will come below this little intro.
I come from a large family. Not my immediate family, but extended. Lots of Aunts, Uncles, Cousins. My memories of family gatherings on my Mom’s side are most prominant in my memory, as I think I am really a Rhoades at heart. I talked briefly about my family in Handknit Holidays, by Melanie Falick. My aunts (and grandmother) are intelligant, sharp witted women. There was always a lot of laughter coming from the kitchen when the family gathered.
I love my family more than anything, and when I have not seen them for awhile, it is almost with a sense of relief that Christmas or summer comes, and we gather to catch up on each others lives. It is that slipping back into loving, old and comfortable relationships that keep us grounded.
The First Grandchild: Hello, Jessica Nicole!
This is our first grandchild, grandaughter Jessica Nicole is now about 4 days old and weighs just under 7 pounds. Her mother is my oldest stepdaughter, Connie.
Jessica met her grandpa and I today for the first time. Dad, mom, and their dog Maggie were all tired. Little Jessica, being a new baby, needs to be fed during the night.
She is indeed precious. Her dad told me that the cat doesn’t quite know what to think of her yet. The cat and dog both are curious but respectful.
I could wax poetic about the miracle of birth. Like many miracles, it is something that just is not adequately described and must be felt to be understood. Isn’t it funny how some things that we take for granted really are miracles, we just forget to see them for what they are?
Four Generations: Dads & Daughters
This picture was taken a long time ago, obviously. It is of my sister and I (I am on the right, Jamie is on the left), and my Dad (Jim, back right), Great Grandfather (Clarence), and Grandpa (Bob, back left). It is the only picture I have like this where there are the 4 generations together.
The picture was taken at some sort of community center in Plymouth, or a lodge. It had great stone fireplaces and we went there for the White family Christmas gatherings.
My dad came from a family of 4 kids. When my Dad was a boy my grandfather bought a small farm in Etna Green to “give my dad something to do”. Dad loved farming, but realized he would not be able to earn a living at it, so he turned to his love of music and became a music teacher.