Contrary to what you might think, the dapper gentleman pictured above is not my Grandmother's lover, but her brother. These pictures were taken in August. The main reason for our trip was to attend her 90th birthday party. She's a grand woman, my grandmother. She really is one of the best people I've ever known.
My loudest aunt hosted a grand party with 90 green helium balloons floating around the ceiling. My gran had prepared a multi-page speech which was typically wise, funny, and demanding – she quizzed us all in her speech. My question had something to do with the Battle of Hastings, I seem to recall.
Vicki and I wrote a number of beautiful poems. Sadly, it is now several months after the fact and I can't remember any of them. I'm pretty sure they were thoughtful, brilliant, and touching though.
There were postcards and letters and well-wishings from around the globe, and a grand time was had by all. I just wish I hadn't sat on the photos for so many months. I'm looking forward to her 180th.
Hmm... My Loudest Aunt sent me the poems. They aren't quite so brilliant as I remember.
There is an old school marm, Irene
In manner most grand and serene
She's like a wise Bhuddist
With grammar so goodest
She makes me envy with green
There once was a flapper named Djam
Who had the most wonderful gams
She danced and she flapped
Til she had all the men trapped
And turned them to meek little lambs
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Some people are older
But only a few