On a quiet street sat a large light green house with a stone porch & white pillars. The bay windows on either side of the front door were crowned with leaded glass panels. Inside the house lived five extraordinary girls with two remarkable parents. They were American born Irish catholics. Within this house every emotion was to be played out & sometimes carried to the extreme. Let's take a peek inside, shall we...
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this must have been for dad's 8oth birthday gathering...looks like we're reading/discussing/preparing for the songs/poetry/lyrics sherry wrote for us to sing.
do you remember the song? That photo series you took of dad in the backyard, was that for his 80th?
i actually have the lyrics somewhere in my madness pile...and the photo series was just a simple sunday morning somewhere in the eighties maybe ninties. i can feel the feelings so easily when i look at those three photos of dad...ease, quiet, slight breeze, not a single problem in the world, just summertime in the garden at 918.
by the by, your legs are pretty hot in this photo...you and rob are so tan and golden.rl
Oh well, I thought there was an 80th for Mom and 2 years later, a 90th for Dad. And Sherry and Ellen had some poetry for Mom's BD. Help me remember if anyone can!
Poet
Betsy you read something to mom. Elle you played your small electric piano and sang (are you still singing)...what did you sing? Did we all sing along? was that the song you speak of botz?
my memories are tangled like spaghetti. worm holes to the past...
I believe there was a parody to "Peg of My Heart" and the occasion was Mom's 80th in 1996. I would have been 58 at the time. Sounds quite young...now.
Poet
my recollection (god help us) is the same as poet's...we celebrated mom's 80th and then da's 90th. for mom's, enjah played the piano and we all sang peg o' my heart. we each brought something that we created because that is what mom wanted...robyn video taped the event. that is when dad got up to tell everyone the story of how peg and he met and the whole place was in tears.
help me remember dad's 90th celebration...
o and yes, i read about four poem i wrote about mom and 918.
did we really call Dad Da?
rob
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