back from family christmas on jan 16. sing along by the piano in the living room with the st dominic church organist at the keys. i took some pictures. if i weren't taking the pictures, i may have felt as if i were in a film reflecting "the good old days" of a period that no one can pin-point exactly, but that everyone remembers existed sometime just about twenty to fifty years previous to their birth. it was especially poignant to note that the cousins of my mother's generation were also there and they have now almost all reached the age where their children have (or should according to local custom) their own families.

here is a line taking the place of a great picture that i took with my father's camera. i had forgotten mine and he was busy singing too.