A branch of the family tree...

My daughter and I looked through boxes of old photos this morning. I'm taking some to my cousin, who is the family historian.

This photo was taken long before I was born. It's a few of my aunts and uncles, my grandmother in the middle, and my mother and father on the far right.
The date is between 1941 and 1943.

Tomorrow we will celebrate the 80th birthday of the little boy in front...my cousin, Brant. He is one of the only two people still living from this photo. The other is my Aunt Marian in the lower left. Sadly, she is not enjoying what's left of her life of 92 years, as she doesn't even know her own children any more.

As my mother always said..."C'est la vie."