Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The Baby! Melanie (Malana) is the youngest of all

She looks happy! Posted by Picasa

Next to the youngest sister Melody

I've seen that look before.... Posted by Picasa

Yep that's me! The next to the oldest sister Elva

Both alice and I were named for our paternal grandmother Elva Alice Gunter......could have been Bertha Jane, my maternal grandmother the kindest most wonderful Godly woman in the world, but the name would be a bit tough to take, so Mom in her wisdom settled for Alice Jane for both Mom and Dad's mothers names. Posted by Picasa

Alice the oldest of my sisters

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The house we grew up in

3721 N. 51 St Kansas City, KS 66104
Phone: When we finally got a party
line was Atwater 9 -7246
then it was 287-7246
Aunt Clara's is 913-287-6907 Posted by Picasa

My youngest Brother but still older than me Phil

Always with the grin!
That smile still makes me wonder what he is thinking. Posted by Picasa

My Third to the oldest Brother Sidney

Sid was a rebel and a hell raiser.
Might still be if he's not to old! Posted by Picasa

My Next to the Oldest Brother Delton

Delton was an angel on earth.
Sent to show us what a blessing heaven can really be. Posted by Picasa See Granny keeping the sun from his eyes so he can look up and play like the other kids.

My Oldest Brother Dalton

You can just see Granny's protective arm reaching towards him to encircle him from anything that might cause him harm. Posted by Picasa

My Momma

My Mom, I don't recall her calling in sick either as a matter of fact. I remember my parents being there for each other in so many ways. No relationship is perfect, but they loved each other and they loved their family.

Mom was definetly a mother lioness. she protected her kids as much as she could.

She only worked outside our home when Dad was on strike and after we got into junior high and high school cleaning houses to help get us the extras, like pictures, yearbooks and graduation rings! Posted by Picasa
My Dad Posted by Picasa

My Dad

I can't recall my Dad ever calling into work sick.
I remember him being sick but he never missed work.

Could be with ten people to feed it wasn't an option.
In my 35 years of working, if u count babysitting and house cleaning from about 14 years old, I have called in sick sometimes even when I wasn't!

I remember I was over there picking up Wade the night his heart attack started. I had gone into the bedroom where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, to kiss him by and he told me "I got baaaaaaaaad indigestions".

Wish I had been smart enough to know that it could be heart trouble.
But I didn't and he had always had indigestion and ulcers, so there was always a good supply of maloxx on hand.