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July 30 Back at Strawberry Hill in Charlotte... with Mother... |
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Sylvia Coffey... |
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Tom Billotto... Christie... |
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Pete... Jill... |
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Jan and Matt... |
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Randy... |
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Tom, Christie, and Bob Patterson... |
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Cousin Kathy and Lonnie... |
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Joanne and Brother Brian... |
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Matt and Ryan... |
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Matt, Will, and Ryan... |
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Mary Lou Purvis... |
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Young Ryan... |
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1st Row, L-R:
Uncle Fred Thompson, and Aunt Blanch Miller (my Father's older
sister)... 2nd Row: Aunt Christine, Uncle Elmer Thompson, Lonnie, Cousin Kathy, and Cousin Michael Thompson... |
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Brother Brian and Cousin Kathy... |
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Here Sister Jan emulates a picture I took of Pete Davis on the steps of La-dee-da's back on August 23, 2003. Father would have appreciated this shot! |
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Back at Strawberry Hill... Mr. Squirrel... |
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On the left side of the driveway, my old Greenway Ave. apartment. Tom Billotto and Karen lived on the right side of the driveway... |
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Greenway Ave., about a block from the heart of Stanleyville... and the Bayou Kitchen, Jack Straw's, etc... |
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Strawberry Hill... Sister Jan observes Will's phone call. This is one of those priceless shots... |
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August
10 Will at Strawberry Hill... |
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August
11 At Mountain Island Lake... Sister Jan on the old upright! |
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At Strawberry Hill... coffee with Mother... |
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Leaving Charlotte... back to Seattle... |
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Over Cincinnati... |
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Chicago... |
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Spokane, Washington... |
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Glacier peak, 70 miles northeast of Seattle, in the Cascade Range... |
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Redmond, Washington... |
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Over Microsoft... |
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Bellevue, Washington... |
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I-90... Bellevue, Mercer Island, Seattle... |
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Sea-Tac... Puget Sound... |
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Approaching Sea-Tac... Mount Rainier 50 miles to the south. The red arrow in the middle shot points to Bigfoot at SeaTacPark.com... |
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SeaTacpark.com... |
| John
McDermott's "The Old Man" The tears have all been shed now We've said our last goodbye His soul´s been blessed & he's laid to rest And it's now I feel alone He was more than just a father A teacher my best friend He can still be heard in the tunes we shared When we play them on our own I never will forget him for he made me what I am Though he may be gone memory lingers on And I miss him ... The Old Man As a boy he'd take me walkin´ By mountain field & stream And he'd show me things not known to kings And secret between him & me Like the colors of the pheasant As he rises in the dawn And how to fish & make a wish Beside the holly tree I never will forget him for he made me what I am Though he may be gone memory lingers on And I miss him ... The Old Man I thought he'd live forever Cause he seemed so big & strong But the minutes fly & the years roll by For a father and his son And suddenly when it happened There was so much left unsaid No second chance to tell him thanks For everything he'd done I never will forget him for he made me what I am Though he may be gone memory lingers on And I miss him ... The Old Man... |
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