THE FOOTNOTES

An old song tells us
Nevermind what might have been.
Our eyes do face front!

Thomas and Peggy visited with Great Gramma Moe and Great Grandpa Noonan today.He went right upstairs to see the piano. He asked "where all the toys were". Later I took him to lunch, for a haircut , a shopping trip, and a 2 hour playground visit. We met a great family from Vernon. They made sure their 3 kids included Thomas in playing. Both parents were engineers. I noticed more families are aware of all childrens' feelings, and are teaching their own kids to be kinder. I guess the anti-bullying mentality is working. Thomas said a funny comment when we were at a red light today. He said " what's the problem, we are in a traffic jam". He had a smug look on his face because he knew he was being clever. I guess we all love to be clever at any age! Love to all- Peggy

Beauty often is present but goes unnoticed. The setting sun shines through these bottles on certain days and creates a beautiful effect--it is momentary, but worth seeing.

Have you  any  roots?
Look to you  family tree.
You will find   them  there

I'm sure Moe told me to erase this one, but oops I did it again!

People often say that a picture speaks a thousand words, but this one seems to convey only a few: "I'm gonna kick your ass" (that's only five).

Should we have a family competition for the best caption?

Eligibility criteria: all family members can play, including Moe and Dad.

There will be bonus points for the the shortest and most descriptive.

Since Dad has a good sense of humor, I thought I'd share this one. I snapped this pic when I was in Tolland for Christmas. Can see you see what a great time we were having?! The joy of the holidays is all over his face! :)

Peggy came over for dinner and Mara joined us later. It was a very nice day. We were taking pictures and this one really stood out as a funny keeper. I like how Dad can laugh at himself. Does anyone remember how much we laughed when we first discovered the deodorant Ban Roll-On with the dome top? If you look at yourself in the top of the ball, all your features are distorted, like a house of mirrors. Well, Dad thought this was funny, too, so he indulged us with one of those Ban Roll-Ons from the CVS even though we had no money and were sent to the store for something else. Well, when Moe caught wind of this indulgence she was none too pleased. "What?! You wasted $2.11 just so the kids would laugh at their distorted faces?" We stood by our guns and, honestly, I think we learned a valuable lesson that day. The joy of laughter...live, love, laugh...don't take yourself too seriously... NOPE. It was: Don't make your Mommy mad by wasting money. She'll kick your ass and throw a trophy. Or maybe a coffee cup.

Kidding, Moe!

Patrick and Paul are a big hit with my friends, as you know. So, when Pat decided to leave early everyone was disappointed. Here he is is leaving the party while it's still light outside. That cheese eatin' rat bastard!

Moe, Mary, Peggy and I spent a pleasant afternoon at the home of Hana and Max today.

We saw
photos of Hana & Max' wedding, and some pictures taken in Kharkov. Some pictures were of Andy and Max when they were little kids. Oksana and Sergei were a nice looking couple. (Click on the collage to enlarge it.)
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More of your famiy roots: Noonan and McAloon burials at St. Mary's on Stanley Street. Moe and I have reservations there, too.
Click on the diagram to read the information easily.

reservations the

Still trying to reinforce your awareness of those who have come before you---your roots.
Anna Mae was th
e only child of my mother's brother, John, and his wife, Mae. She was my cousin. She is the taller person in the picture. Anna Mae died early--of something they were calling consumption--might have been tuberculosus. I remember that she played the piano. I remember, too, that a stained glass window in our church, St. John The Evangelist, on Newington Avenue was dedicated to her memory.
I have fond memories of Mae and John. I, and others in our clan took shelter at their house when in need of rescue. I lived in their attic for a while on Trinity Street in New Britain when your mother and first began dating. John and Mae McAloon were saints in my estimation

I am trying to post this list of Gramma Lynch's (Grampa Tony Naples' kids.) siblings because I doubt if you have much knowledge your Italian roots. If you click on the list, it will be readable. I have other stuff, but I don't know how to make it clear----yet

The state turned over the Old Tolland Jail to the town of Tolland some years back. The question was what should be done with the buidings and property by the town. At the time, there were many opinions on the subject. That's why and when I wrote this ode. The piece was printed in the town's 275th Anniversary publication in 1990. I had forgotten about it until we started reorganizing lots of stuff recently.