Three Generations
Three Graces. Three Generations. Mary, Terrill and Bea. My sister, my niece and her perfect babe. In 1984, I lived with my sister Mary as I looked for a career, paying her a paltry $20 a week while I ate their food, taped their records, and babysat baby Terrill. Yesterday, I walked into Terrill’s classy Baltimore brownstone. And held her perfect, baby Bea. On the 82 birthday of my mother, Constance. Generation Four. Growing old is very good.


September 26, 2013 at 7:31 pm
Thanks Dave….so nice sharing my girls with you! So nice seeing you!!
September 26, 2013 at 8:26 pm
Great post, Unca Dave!
September 27, 2013 at 7:27 am
Hey Dave; wonderful you stopped by to see the B’More girls; sorry I missed you. Hope you, Nancy and the young adults are doing well. Mary and I would love to join you and Nancy for a trip sometime. Be well, Tom
September 27, 2013 at 7:42 am
Hey Dave, Wonderful that you stopped by to see the B’More girls; sorry I missed you. Hope you, Nancy and the young adults are well. Mary and I would like to join you two sometime for a little trip. Be well, Tom
September 27, 2013 at 7:44 am
Oh so tender. Love this post.
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