Saturday, May 2, 2015

Aging Gracefully

Today, I am a year older.   That's me, looking out after my little brother about 100 yrs ago.


At that time, we lived on a farm in North Central Minnesota.  My earliest memory is of being attacked by a rooster.  My mom tells me I was about 18 months old.   From what I hear, I ate a good share of that rooster once my dad caught it.


I have learned a lot since these were taken.  And, I know I am fortunate.   More fortunate than many.  For one thing, I still have that cute baby fat.

Enjoy your day.  I intend to enjoy mine.


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