Nana was the first to arrive, so I granted the family matriarch an audience; she was quite taken by my charm, talent, and good looks. With my brindled locks and a finely appointed kilt, Nana believes me to be the handsomest wee laddie she knows this side of the highlands. We spent many an afternoon partaking in some of *her* favorite activites ... belly rubbing and ear scratching ... mine ... not hers ...
Opa was next on deck. He was greeted him with the same warm enthusiasm as Nana had been. I was quite pleased that he made his journey ... as it was high time this Scotsman met that Welshman. Opa brought along his guitar and the house has been filled with our beloved Celtic tunes.
A bit o' the guitar bug has rubbed off on JB. Under the watchful eye of our Opa, the whelp has taken up the guitar. Jeff has spent a lot of time around here these many days and is learning at the knee of an accomplished guitar man. It's wonderful to see the two of them together ... as one passes on his passion to the ne
xt in line ...Uncle Buck arrived on Thankgiving day and brought the clan circle ever closer to closing. With Aunty Roma on the phone from San Diego, the circle was in fact, complete ...
With the McPhersons and Clarks on hand, we shared a lovely dinner with a fine gathering of ten ... turkey, stuffing, et al.
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