Christopher and Ayden La Celle.
We had a busy time over Christmas and New Years: Marsha’s three children and seven grandchildren all gathered in Bossier City. Lupita came with husband Matt from Moses Lake, Washington and their three sons, Jacob, Christopher and Jordan. Jacob will be graduating from High School this year and looking for a baseball scholarship to college.
Jun came with husband Mike from Portland, Oregon where they are doctors and cancer researchers. Baby Ayden is just a few months old and was the hit of the season, naturally.
Matt and Mike explored their old stamping grounds and a bunch of us went to the Poulan Weedeater Independence Bowl (isn’t that a contradiction?) where two teams which had managed as many wins as losses during the recent football season battled with one another for some kind of bragging rights. It was a once in a lifetime experience. I mean that.
Marsha’s brother Dick came from San Antonio with Phyllis and their son/ grandson Nate, and we celebrated Dick’s 60th birthday and our 25th Wedding Anniversary (Nov. 28th, but we were on the road) and New Years Eve, too. Also, Grandpa LaCelle and wife Alice came from Albuquerque for a few days and stayed with most everybody over at Shelly, Timothy, Ryan and Emily's place. And a great time was had by all.
On Christmas Day we talked on the transatlantic blower to my sister Fiona in Highgate, London. She and Gerald were hosting a family Christmas dinner: my daughter Justine, the author of the recently released “Spin the Bottle,”
(see Tin Press) her husband Hugh, my brother Peter and wife Joan from the Gold Coast of Australia. We vowed that we would spend next Christmas in blighty.
We began the Travelogue season in Florida, which is nice in midwinter. Soon we’ll be in the frozen north and we are reading about all the chilly weather which is prevalent in places like Michigan, at the moment. Oh well.
The Fire God!
Singing around the campfire, Geneva, Florida.
Note: The two bottom pictures can be glued together so that Janet's legs form the connecting point.
In Florida we spend one day at the beach near Palm Harbor where our old friend Bunny Coppock lives; and we spent a couple of days near Orlando where Janet Williams from Unadilla Forks, New York (Marsha’s home village), was staying with her son, longtime Florida denizen, Duane. The highlight there (well, there were the oysters, too) was an evening with the fire god at Duane’s place. We got to sing and meet new people and we hope to be back in Florida in January next year.
