I couldn't see the color, but based on Addie's (a long high pitched scream) and Will's (NOOOOOOOO!!!!) reactions, I am guessing it is a girl.
scottydog wrote: RJDiogenes wrote:
Whose gender is being revealed?
Possibly mine, after that airline flight
Something you left out?
For some reason Monday night, I was barely able to make two posts. The board just wouldn't load easily. I figured Orph was messing with the place.
Well, with the warmer temps, I've been working outside as well as in the house. But that is the boring news (yes, even as badly as I wanted the warmth), the exciting, at least to me, was finding a sketch that was done of my dad. It was something I never knew about (did, but have no memory of it), so for me, that was like finding gold. It is slightly damaged around the edges, but the art itself is perfect. I didn't recognize the artist's name, so I did a search. I got 3 hits, 1 was too young, 1 was on ancestry.com, so that was a dead end, and the third was on another pay site, maybe myheritage? I don't know, either way, that was a bust.
So today, I called my oldest brother to see if he remembered the sketch. He did! Yesss! I was so excited... for about two seconds. He remembers Dad posing and the guy sketching him, but he doesn't remember how Dad knew the guy or why he did the drawing, or anything about the guy. Nooo!
As soon as the light we ordered arrives, I am going to take some pictures of the sketch, then digitally clean it up and send copies to my brothers. The oldest is really excited about getting a copy. Then someday, though I have no clue if it can be done (it's paper), I'd like to get it repaired.
I also found my mother's diary from when she was 13 years old to 18. Not as exciting as finding the sketch, but still a good thing, though she didn't write about much: Went to the show. Went to Sunday school. Went to Girl Scout meeting. Went to the show. Walked with friends. Etc... Then, in true Mother fashion, there were some words that I couldn't make out, so she may have done something exciting. That was what I grew up doing, deciphering my mother's notes: Swap the living roos? Rake the trash? The older brother closest to my age and I would read the notes and just look at each other like: