And Georgia begat Alice, who begat Amy, who begat Gabrielle.
We spent Saturday afternoon at Amy’s Granny’s. Her mom was in town, so we all gathered at the ranch for burgers, hotdogs and your choice of Doritos or BBQ chips. I have some photos from the weekend here.
Gabby is the youngest of a handful of great-grandchildren linked to Granny and Pa. More than 60 years of coincidences and choices seperate them. It’s humbling to ponder the ingredients which were added when they were, to go from a sweet great-grandpa to my blue-eyed pride ‘n joy.