Thanks for sharing Rose. Awww, you look so cute in that dress, as does your GD. I love old photos and stories.
My Grandma, on my Dad's side grew up in very rural Wisconsin in the late 1800's. Nothing but the woods surrounded their home. I remember her telling me their only neighbors were Native Americans. Her mom used to bake pies and set them on an open window sill to cool. Some of the Native Americans would come up to the house and ask about the pies. My Grandma's mom (my Great Grandmother) always gave them some of her pies. They loved them, they never had anything like them. She used to tell me stories about how the NA's would take her Father out to hunt, teaching him their hunting ways and bunches of other cool things.
Here is my Mom and Grandma from 1937.
And here is a picture of me and my longtime girlfriend, who I suppose I can call my other wife, even though we're not married. This was from a school dance after our 8th grade graduation. She initially refused to smile for the picture because she had just gotten her braces. My Dad cracked a joke and that got a sort-of smile out of her. Her Mom made the outfit she's wearing. We gave each other the rings on our fingers, we had plans to eventually get hitched.
She was my first girlfriend. My wife, her and myself were lifelong best friends. We were inseparable until my wife died in 2018. The three of us grew up on the same city block. We did everything together for the majority of our lives (yes, everything one can possibly imagine, together).
And well, I suppose, no sense beating around the bush any longer. DD2 is my actual daughter. My wife wasn't able to have kids. Her and our girlfriend, knew I wanted a child. They came up with the idea for our girlfriend and I to, well you know, and we did. My wife was 100% fine with it, always was, DD2 had two Mom's until 2018.
And well, that's my bombshell for the day.
Not a big surprize.Thanks for sharing Rose. Awww, you look so cute in that dress, as does your GD. I love old photos and stories.
My Grandma, on my Dad's side grew up in very rural Wisconsin in the late 1800's. Nothing but the woods surrounded their home. I remember her telling me their only neighbors were Native Americans. Her mom used to bake pies and set them on an open window sill to cool. Some of the Native Americans would come up to the house and ask about the pies. My Grandma's mom (my Great Grandmother) always gave them some of her pies. They loved them, they never had anything like them. She used to tell me stories about how the NA's would take her Father out to hunt, teaching him their hunting ways and bunches of other cool things.
Here is my Mom and Grandma from 1937.
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And here is a picture of me and my longtime girlfriend, who I suppose I can call my other wife, even though we're not married. This was from a school dance after our 8th grade graduation. She initially refused to smile for the picture because she had just gotten her braces. My Dad cracked a joke and that got a sort-of smile out of her. Her Mom made the outfit she's wearing. We gave each other the rings on our fingers, we had plans to eventually get hitched.
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She was my first girlfriend. My wife, her and myself were lifelong best friends. We were inseparable until my wife died in 2018. The three of us grew up on the same city block. We did everything together for the majority of our lives (yes, everything one can possibly imagine, together).
And well, I suppose, no sense beating around the bush any longer. DD2 is my actual daughter. My wife wasn't able to have kids. Her and our girlfriend, knew I wanted a child. They came up with the idea for our girlfriend and I to, well you know, and we did. My wife was 100% fine with it, always was, DD2 had two Mom's until 2018.
And well, that's my bombshell for the day.
Me on my Palomino, Honey Bee, at my parents place outside the city. Think that pic is from 1968. We had six horses.
I remember occasionally sleeping with her in her stall in the barn. My Mom protested, my Dad said let the boy sleep with her.
I remember occasionally sleeping with her in her stall in the barn. My Mom protested, my Dad said let the boy sleep with her.
Wow, @ShowMeTwice that is a cool story and love the pics. You don't hear about friends like that much anymore. Your wife sounds like she was a very special lady. Most wouldn't have agreed with that idea. Looks like a win win situation. She/you got to have a child, kiddo got 2 moms and everyone remained close to raise your dd.
My maternal grandfather didn't like being photographed. There are only 2 pics of him that I saw. The first was him on his seventeenth birthday in uniform, after he volunteered to fight in WW1. He got shot in the arm then gassed on the way back to the field hospital. The second was taken a few years later of him playing cricket. He lost some use of his right arm. He had been a batsman, he had to become a bowler and learn to bowl left handed. They made them tough back then.
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Good evening. We got up to 14 today with some sun which was nice. Even warmer tomorrow. However, back to single digits Friday.
My boy bought a pound of crabmeat, so I made crabcakes for dinner. That was a nice change as I don't cook as many things as I used to.
Good evening, hitt.
21 right now dropping to 13 for overnight. Glad you’ll be warmer for awhile.Similar threads
