11 Dec 2014 6 Comments
Remember the story about my grandfather last week, and the fact that he and my grandmother raised nine children? (Link below.) Here’s a photo of their eldest and youngest, just two of their six sons. This is my Uncle Bob, home on leave, holding his baby brother Roger, probably around 1944.
https://playingfortimeblog.com/2014/12/04/a-fairytale-for-throwback-thursday/
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Dec 11, 2014 @ 17:14:31
Mom & Dad sometimes referred to them as “the bookends”.
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Dec 11, 2014 @ 17:18:28
I’d forgotten that — I love it. 💕
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Dec 11, 2014 @ 14:22:58
Six sons? Wow. Just wow. (Spoken as the mother of two sons…) 😉
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Dec 11, 2014 @ 15:03:47
And three daughters.
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Dec 11, 2014 @ 15:07:12
Oy.
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Dec 11, 2014 @ 15:17:16
😊
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