Readers of my blog (that’s you) are going to get first look at all new photos I add to my web site. You’ll also get the story, if any, behind the finished product. The first one of you to send me an email saying you want to buy the new photo will get a 50% discount on buying the print size of your choice.
This month, I’m revealing the first in my Americana collection: George and Cecilia Boesch on their 80th (or 85th or 90th) birthday.
George and Cecilia Boesch were my maternal grandparents. Their proudest achievement was their family—7 kids, 23 grandkids, still counting great grandkids, who knows there might be great great grandkids. Nana expected me to be a contestant winner on the game show Concentration. If she could only see what's happened to my memory now. She loved jokes—especially if they involved priests—and playing cards. She and her sisters played bridge and giggled and persuaded me to join them occasionally. I was shocked to hear them reminisce about boys they'd dated. Couldn't envision them with smooth skin and straight backs. Papa liked to flirt. Confined to a motorized scooter in his 80s (or was it 90s) he'd ride the mile down to Mott's supermarket in Hartford and get the cutest checkout girl to help him shop. He was (in)famous for his Elks performance in a pink bikini. Born just a day apart, they made a big deal out of their birthdays. Every time I see it, this image makes me smile.
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