Denver visit

While spending the weekend in Denver visiting family, we got caught in a blizzard. We're now happily back in Southern California.

I love my great nieces

 View out the window

My darling great niece and nephew

While we were traveling the past three weeks we visited our darling great niece and nephew in Virginia. I cannot help myself from bragging.

 Anna with her new book

 Ian listening to his bedtime story

 Clowning around

 With their mom

And with great Uncle Bob

Khloe and Jackson

My youngest great niece Khloe just turned one year old, and she has a young man hitting on her already.

They Look Like They Like It

What's so great about her?

For one thing she is my great niece.
For another thing she wrote the poem I've posted below and...
she is only twelve years old. 


Need I say more?

Holocaust Poem

People march

Fear

It’s all around

They’re coming closer

I feel myself being lifted

And thrown into the back of a truck

People

All around me

I feel them

Hear their cries

It’s dark

Where are we going?

Will I be ok?

We hit a bump

More cries

We stop

And get out of the truck

People with guns

Pointed at us

Shoved into a building

Small, cold

Days later

We are on a train

So few people

Darkness

It never ends

We stop once more

Get pulled out of the train

We are told to follow

The men with the guns

Pointed at us

They lead us to another building

Told to undress

“Don’t worry”, they said

We were told it was a shower

We go into a small chamber

The doors are locked

The lights go off

The silence is so loud

The smell

Overpowering

I go down

That’s it

It’s over

No more crying

No more darkness

No more fear