
More pictures will follow of the four generations . . . .



I remember singing songs with Grandma J. - there always seems to be one on the tip of her tongue. Music made car rides go by faster and made her house feel so lively. She made you feel like you were the most important thing in the world to her - thanks grandma! It was precious to watch her singing songs to Analise. The little gal listened pretty intently!
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