trixxx

Family Historian. Its a new title that I'm mulling over. I have returned to writing. Old school like, with paper and all. I used to write alot, and read, and draw ...but I've been rather busy lately. And although I vowed to not become soo over involved with my kids and mate that I forgot myself..it does happen. like a bad Oprah show...
It's Sunday aft. Karl is out back tackling the growing ambush of yellow maple leaves. they glow in the morning with the sun. I like them but grass does not.
My Mother came and took boys out to the park across street. I can see then playing and see the red cheeks from here. It looks fun.
Evelyn, my sweet lass is sleeping in her crib.
I made my Mother bring with her today all the old family photos. I've been engulfed in them for the last hour. I want to make it right. Chronilogically, at least.
I want to prove we were here or there...to .......?
It is an odd family to document. It looks so different on photographs. We look so normal, and maybe we were.
My Ma was married 4 times.
There was alot of change and strife and apparantly good times too.
Alot of laughing photos.
I'm thinking of writing about it all.