Evening thoughts : “Navajo Rug” – Grandson Oliver and his Great-Grandparents Clarke!

So I just finished a four mile run, when actually maybe a one mile jog to almost fast walk, I hate the hot weather! Anyway, after I  was finished, I collapsed in my chair here in front of the computer and almost fell asleep, I did manage to get up and take a shower. As I was getting out of the shower I was trying to think of what to eat, something maybe quick and light and  decided on a fried egg sandwich. That  means two eggs on toast….., which in turn leads my mind to “Well, it’s two eggs up on whiskey toast……” and Jerry Jeff ….

Yesterday,  we went to Surf City for the traditional July 4th potluck picnic with my wife’s mother’s side of the family. It had been canceled from July 4th, because of the weather.  This was the first time in many years, that most of my children could attend, well, all could have attended on Friday, unfortunately my oldest son Nick couldn’t make it on Saturday because of his work schedule. But the young man that everyone wanted to meet Oliver,could make it, and he didn’t disappoint. My wife took a series of pictures of Oliver with her Uncle James Browne. Thinking about it, Jim is really the only one of our aunts and uncles except for Kathy’s Uncle Roy, who lives in California. So here is Oliver with his grand Uncle……

 

Yes, Oliver flirted with several of the women, but he was entranced by only one thing……. the iPhone…..

 

That’s his Dad holding Oliver, as he stares happily at my iPhone!!

As I was looking for these pictures that my wife had posted on my Facebook page, I came across these pictures of my daughter Elizabeth and my wife’s mother (and Jim’s sister) I knew there was a strong resemblance between the two but I didn’t realize, how strong it was……..

One of the biggest  – hell “I only wish thats” of my life – was that my children would have been able to know my wife’s parents, Bob and Ruth Clarke, who were two wonderful people, that could have had a very positive impact on my family! I know that their spirit has actually been passed on to our kids, by my wife, but still, it would have been nice, if they could have done it themselves!

My wife’s mother Ruth Browne Clarke died at the age of 48 in 1981 from breast cancer, and her father Robert Nelson Clarke died of a heart attack in 1993 at the age of 60. Damn!