My gramp finally got me down.
I did not go back up the tree.
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Erin O'Brien
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Oh I love this. I might want photos of this to take with me to talk to kids about those moments . . .
when I do some teaching . . .
God, I remember them. Not up a tree literally, but figuratively so many times.
Erin, these pics make me want to spank your hide. And I think you would like it. :-D
There's a lesson in there somewhere. I'll let you know when I find it.
Touching.
What can we do when those we could always count upon are gone, except, maybe, to try to be the rescuer for the next generation...?
Ohhhh ... Grandpa, your pants.
Yeeeessshhhh!
I have gone blind in my left eye and I smell oranges ... does that mean something?
Amazing that you still have photos.
(Is it really true that fashion is cyclical? How long is the cycle again?)
The old pics the words and the memories, yeah very touching Erin.
Good on you for sharing.
Cool, with pictures chronicling the event and all!
really fly pants on gramps!
..... amen... the tree story is one that rings...
Eric
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