Several years back, Mother and I took the children on a trip to Hood River, Oregon, where my great-great-great-grandmother is buried with one of her children’s family. We were enjoying the ride, and came to a lovely spot along the Columbia River where we stopped to stretch our legs. I thought to take a picture, my mother with her grandchildren — a nice picture for future generations to have a connection…
When I got the film developed (this was pre-digital camera), imagine my surprise when I found…
This is, unfortunately, how many of the family portraits turn out.
At least he’s consistent!
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