It's been over 4 years since I experienced the sarcasm and wit of my two youngest sisters. They are almost a stand-up comedy act switching from witty, often scathing repartee to side-splitting self deprecation. It does not stop. If one of the husbands or various other kin or friends joins in it becomes even more complex and hilarious. When we visited Aggie they decided to ransack her family archives and do running commentary of everything that she has saved in her 95 years. We went through hundreds of photographs dozens of old grammar and high school report cards, greeting cards [hand-made and otherwise], birth certificates, mementos, souvenirs and sundry records of immediate, extended family and beyond. Eileen and I spent quite a bit of time consolidating family history sending it out there on the Internets to see what it might yield. I got three different dog fixes... Tessie, a rambunctious beagle; Molly, a Pug puppy and Chester, a Chihuahua/Terrier mix. Driving through the woods between Cheshire and North Branford is so alien to me now. Houses are great distances apart with vast lawns that show no divisions or property lines. The weather was a balmy mid-seventies and everywhere we looked people were out sitting on their porches and sunning in their yards. All in all a delightful day.
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