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We went to Pembroke this past weekend. While we were there Gramma and I started looking at old pictures. Oh man, what fun. I borrowed an old album from when the Gale kids were little. I brought it home and scanned the pictures into the computer so that I could enjoy them forever. Pictures of Grampa and Orville and Wally, group shots of the whole family, kids in front of a Christmas tree, a  striking shot of Gramma at 15 years old, hair blowing in the breeze, another one of her in a lovely purple pants suit with her hair all seventied up. Too much fun. Great, great pictures.

There is group shot where Charles doesn’t have his glasses on. You may not know this cause he always has his glasses on but but Charles has the most stunning eyes. They are strikingly beautiful. Amazing. There is one picture with Charles and Brian and Deb, cause there were only three then, and they look almost exactly the same as Charlie and Bobby at that age. Such fun.

It was fun sitting there looking back into the past. And I noticed that the photo album smelled like Gramma’s house. You know that warm, comforting smell that feels like a Gramma hug? I guess that and all the pictures made me spend the night in the seventies. Drama. Intrigue. Starsky and Hutch dreams. It was a fun sleep. Book ‘em Dano!