I’d have to say that these three adults were a pretty huge influence on me growing up. To the left, my Grandmother, Winifred Davis, (my Mom’s Mom, she’s the one with ancestors that helped found this government.) The old dude with the fuzzy slippers, my crazy Dad, Frank. And sitting there smiling behind him, Mom. This was near the holidays as Gram would always come up then and stay for a week while we did all those family things. Damn…look at that fireplace. All brick, raised hearth, the mantle…MONSTROUS. And yes, that is a rifle on the mantle. Revolutionary war musket to be exact. My Mom decorated the house and she did a pretty neat job keeping the place looking cohesive.
I learned a lot of different lessons from all of them. Dad could be cantankerous, but when push came to shove, he did what he needed to do. Gram was always calm and loving and Mom well, she cared about everyone and everything. If you crossed her though…look out. To all of my friends, she was the neighborhood Mom. You came to her when your problems were ones you couldn’t tell your parents.
I can’t tell you how amazing it was during these times. The home was amazing and seemed so huge back then. Funny how I look at that room now and think…it wasn’t that big.
I love you and miss you all. Thank you for a great childhood.
