WEEK'S ARE FLYING BY!

I honestly don't know where the time goes!
My 50th H.S. reunion seemed so far off and now it is only a week from this Saturday!  I have had so much fun getting in contact with some other childhood friends that I found through "Class Mates" site on line.  I have this picture of our 2 Seward School 6th grade Graduation Classes and sent it to them.  No one has these pictures it seems so I am very glad I saved them!

Look at all these sweet innocent faces of 1954!  And everyone is dressed like a gentleman and lady--I love it!  Do we look ready for H.S.?  There was no such thing as Middle School in those days.  You went right from "grade" school to H. S.  But it was a good time in our lives.   No worrying about drugs and our wild youth were like Fonzie and Richie on Happy Days - Ha!  Those were certainly the good old days!
  So hopefully, if hubby feels well enough, we will embark on our adventure to our home town, visit our Son and family and siblings as well as friends.  Hubby will begin Chemo again the first week in August.  He has had 3 months off to rest his body but now needs to go back as his lab numbers for MM are up.  Life goes on, we take one day at a time.   Thanks to all who are so supportive and for praying.
    Have a wonderful day and come again soon! 

Here is Hubby with our Ragdoll cat, Isabella (the Queen) ha!  She lies on her back all the time and wants her tummy rubbed just like a dog!

Sure and this is me brother dancin' the jig! Top of the Mornin' to ye! I love St. Patrick's Day and all Irish History. My father was Irish and my husbands Mother was Irish. My father taught my brother and me every Irish song he knew and how to play them on a harmonica. We loved singing and needed little prodding to sing our little hearts out. I love the Irish Dancing as well and never miss a chance to see the Michael Flatly Lord of the Dance performances. Of course if I moved like they do, I would need an ambulance! Irish music is eerie sometimes and of another world apart. I play the violin and it is a comfort to me. My father chose the instrument for me and I was first violinist in the High School Orchestra Performances. My Dad used to say words like Bejabers, Faith and Begora and Macooshla (sp) and so did his two sisters. It was fun growing up with many ethnic groups from all the old countries. Some people don't even know from where they have descended. My brother specializes in family trees and local history of Cayuga County and Auburn, NY. Check out his site at http://ohearnshistories.com/ and you won't be disapointed! "Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling................" (My Very Favorite!)