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happy birthday bud



I can count on one hand the number of anniversaries and birthdays we have actually celebrated together.  It is almost a given that each year Tim is involved in military training the last two weeks of July.  So…HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUD!  We will sing to you later but we won’t make you blow out FORTY ONE candles. 

You will be happy to know that the kids asked if I could go to the Army so that you could stay home with them.  I have no doubt who their favorite parent is!  Mothers always get the shaft.

Lots of love from your F.A.M.I.L.Y

two favs



Two of my favorite people.  Nothing more to say other than she brings out the goofiness in all of us.

axel baby



I now have an extra special place in my heart for this little man. I am glad I was able to spend some quality time with him while Nate and Helena were on a trip. He is such a peach.

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I miss this old guy. But when I ran across this picture today, I missed him more.

It was one of the few times that I took the twins to see him in the hospital.  I think it was on this visit that one of them nearly pushed the CODE button on the wall. 

Well, at least Grandpa could relate to having destructive and crazy toddler twins.  His hung his daughter, Caroline, out of window on the second story of their home when they were kids!

baby caroline



The newest member of our extended family and Nine’s granddaughter…she couldn’t be any cuter.

a new caroline



They are tough shoes to fill but I am quite confident that the Aunt Caroline we knew and loved so well is celebrating up in Heaven.  Her first granddaughter was born yesterday, and named in memory of her. 

We could not be more excited to meet our new Caroline! 

Congratulations to Betsy, Andy, Drew, Wally and Suzy on your newest member of the family!

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pumpkin head



This image of my father brings totally new meaning to the term we toss around the house on a regular basis…’pumpkin head’.  Apparently, he forgot it was dress-up day at work so as Home Depot’s master gardener, he ingeniously turned a pumpkin into his costume.  It certainly takes a unique individual to stick your noggin’ in  a pumpkin.  He thinks he may have won!  You would get my vote.

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We finally buried my grandfather last weekend.  Don’t worry…he was cremated.  We haven’t just had him sitting around since December.  After spending several months in his home of worship, Church of the Saviour, he finally made his way back to his childhood home in Genesee, Pennsylvania to lie beside his parents and wife, among  many other ancestors.

And just like any great Seinfeld episode, the weekend was filled with a cast of characters, a lot of dry humor, and some new one-liners.

NO BAGGIE
Let’s just say our last minute decision to remove my grandfather’s remains from the plastic bag that was included in the urn was not only ‘green’ but a moment that bordered on strange.  Just after my Uncle Tom gently placed Grandpa in the ground, my brother whispered to me, “Do you think we should take him out of the plastic bag?”  My response was, “Hmmm…really?  I guess it would get him back to the Earth more quickly.”  At which point we had a family huddle and decided it was the best decision.   Who wants to be in plastic anyway? 

It was a perfectly beautiful day. Truly it could not have been more perfect.  It was warm, sunny, and BREEZY.  So imagine once we made our ‘no baggie’ decision, what we were faced with.  A little of grandpa blowing in the wind.  However, Nate’s process and execution were perfect.   We all felt better about it in the end.

BIZ CARD HAND-OFF
As we were tying up loose ends with the gravestone company, the only question my father asked was, “Do you have a business card?”  Any enterprising monument provider in a town of 300 jumped at the chance with an eager reply, “Of course.”  With one simple hand motion, my father handed it off to me with a “Here ya’ go” comment.   

There is only one plot left inbetween my grandparents and great grandparents.  My father won the lottery years ago among his siblings (although I am not sure there was much of a contest) and he has dibs on the slice of Earth.  This particular cemetery, which overlooks the rolling hills of New York and Pennsylvania, along the Genesee River, contains nearly every ancestor on both sides of the family tree.   As we walked along the rows of Reed-Rowe-Daily headstones, my father and uncles could recall the stories of their family lineage. 

So after my dad handed me the gravestone pamphlet, we were assured a return to Genesee someday.  I hope not too soon.  However, we decided against the heart-shaped pink headstone and the garden bench.  Instead, we will likely opt for a simple military plaque so that my father can proudly outrank his father next to him. 

Note:  If you are planning to visit a loved one in a cemetary remember to bring a good wire scrub brush and bleach.  We spent a fair amount of time cleaning headstones.  I think it is a sign of respect that the deceased are still cared for, and more importantly remembered.

TEXAS HOTS
If you haven’t had them before, you are missing out on one of those simple pleasures in life. In fact, it is worth a trip to Wellsville, New York just to indulge in a few hot dogs.  We ate Texas Hots for lunch, dinner, and then lunch the next day.  My grandfather’s Will specified we eat there as a family upon arriving.  He probably suspected we would dine there for all meals considering there are few other options. 

Apparently, little about the diner has changed since my father and his siblings were kids…not even the owners.  The recipe is still highly guarded.  The booths stacked closely together.  The juke boxes don’t even look like they have been updated.

ANOTHER LOBBY
For some reason, we seem to take over hotel lobbies wherever we go.  No other hotel guest has a chance once the Rowe Family descends upon a location.  This trip was no exception.  The hotel lobby became our living room.  In fact, we had a taste testing of micro breweries one night.  Another evening brought out bins of memorabilia in the form of old love letters to/from my grandparents, my great grandfather’s Methodist church registries, and old photo albums. 

Unfortunately, another family was in town for a funeral as well.  Good thing they didn’t need the hotel lobby!  Regardless, we became friends under sad circumstances.

And what happened on Saturday night was simply divine intervention.  After the reception, we met back in the lobby.  A well-known singer, songwriter from the area, Fred McCarty, who had lost his mother, treated us to an impromptu concert.  For a lack of a better explanation…it was unforgettable.

Fred whipped out his binders of lyrics, asked us for requests, and proceeded to play for two hours.  We were singing along, and before we knew it other hotel guests had joined us.  Fred played everything from John Denver to Buddy Holly.  There couldn’t have been a better way to bottle cap the weekend.   

BOTTOM LINE
Our family isn’t perfect.  We have our flaws.  We have our imperfections and issues.  However, WE ARE FAMILY.  With all the dysfunction, we still manage to have one heck of a time. 

I believe I felt the presence of my grandparents, along with Caroline.  There isn’t a doubt in my mind that they would have enjoyed every minute of us together.  May they now finally rest in peace together.

cruel joke



It must be a cruel joke that when my husband is out-of-town that I lose my voice entirely.  I ask you…how do you communicate with four children with no vocal chords?  I’ll be honest…I yell.  In fact, I yell everyday.  It has been a true test of patience, for which I have little.  They are loving it! 

For what was a brief moment of peace in the car, Campbell decided to whisper.  Was she mocking me or copying me?  Hmmmm….I am sure she has never whispered in her life other than when she is being sneaky.  She went on to concoct a story that if they were loud, a red bird would descend from the sky and steal their tongues.  I think I might have to use that one sometime.  It sounds a bit like an Alfred Hitchcock movie  theme but I am confident I could elaborate…

message for today but from the past



My Uncle Tom found this message among my grandfather’s belongings.  After a quick Google search, it appears as if it was derived by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.  However, my Great Grandfather, Edmund Thomas, was a well-known Methodist Minister and eloquent orator.   I am sure he used this in a sermon.  I like it.

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