What a Crew

It was a year ago today that my dad died. He was the last of a quartet of wonderful, loud, opinionated, funny parents/in-laws. We lost my mother in 1996, Venita’s dad in 1997, her mother in 2000, and my dad in 2001. I miss each of them every day.

Here they all are at various stages of life:

Lottie Mae Robinson
My mother, Lottie, as a little girl

Richard Allen Irwin
Venita’s father at graduation

Helen Patricia Snowman
Venita’s mother at graduation

David Harold Norton
My dad doing the thing he liked almost as much as playing baseball (maybe more)–fooling around with a reel-to-reel tape recorder in the kitchen

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2 Responses to What a Crew

  1. Pepperkat says:

    I’m sorry daddy. I am happy you are still thinking about them, and I do miss them too. *sniff*

  2. Gee wiz Lestah, I’m reading this at work and trying real hard not to cry. I too remember your dad and thought he was pretty cool. I remember the time I can down with my sax and tried to play along with you guys. Your dad was standing there holding the mic up to the sax. I was scared witless because I had no idea what I was doing. Pretty cool times,geez, to be 18 again.

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