Mammy and I on her 90th birthday.
I am blessed to have the family that I have. I don't think there would be any arguing that I am a problem child (not that I mean to be it just seems to work out that way). A person collects traits from their family members over time. Whether it is my
sense of humor, independence, bad eyesight, or ugly feet I have inherited something from everyone and made it my own.
So if I have done anything good with this life my family deserves their share of the praise. (Obviously, if I really screw something
up I will be blaming them for it all :))