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Two weeks after leaving Oregon, the children and I came to California for 10 days. You may be wondering why Carl did not accompany me on this trek. Well, it was not by choice, but since he is an over-time student (get it? he eats, breaths, lives in PA school thus making him greater than full-time), he was unable to join. I will save the traveling-with-toddlers for my next post as it was an interesting experience...
I came to California was because it was Grandpa Lockwood's 90th birthday! Grandpa is a wonderful man. He grew up during the Great Depression, is a WWII veteran, has an amazing memory, and I always loved hearing him tell me about his life. While he tells a story about his life, it is so simply stated and yet so full of detail. It was so wonderful to come celebrate in person for this huge milestone! I also loved visiting with my dear one and only sister, my brother in law, my parents of course, and my sister from anotha' mister, Steph. Good times, everyone, good times.
|visiting a nearby park|
|down, down, down|
|top: grandpa (dad) trying to show ezra some tricks. Good effort! bottom: father and son|
|bonding with grandchildren|
|chaotically trying to take a picture of grandpa and the great grand babies. note: my dad's furry arm. also note: shnooks, I'm sorry your eye has a weird shadow over it.|
And now for some eye candy:
|the new bay bridge, SF|
|capturing the beauty of my mom's exotic garden she takes such good care of|
And how could I resist snapping a picture of dumb things teenagers vandalize and say?
California, you will always have my heart.