Grandma's Attic

We had a really nice surprise last Saturday.

My cousin, Winnafred May Smith

who I hadn't seen since high school in 1953

came to Baker for her class reunion

with her husband Austin.

We met them at Anthony Lake, and spent a pleasant two hours

catching up on the "olden" days. Her dad is Uncle Sterling,

my Dad's brother.

Dee says we look a lot alike. We used to
play violin together, walking to the music school
every day after school.
It's sad how out of touch we get with old friends
and cousins. A highlite was looking at Daddy's old
family photo book.

Good times.