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Mom and Dad: 50th anniversary
Mom died December 4, at age 92, from alzheimers and a urinary tract infection, in a nursing home. Chrissy and I were at her side for the final 5-6 hours. She was buried in a private ceremony with minister and I in attendance.  No calling hours. Dad died in January 1998 of leukemia. Dad was a pattern maker for many years, and when Alliance Machine and Alliance structural were in their heyday, he worked on the patterns for some of the world's largest cranes. Today, computers and automated lathes do what he did by hand. We still still have some clocks, lamps, tables, and phone stands made by him.
As kids we were lucky and had toys made by him, from scooters to stilts - the only ones in the neighbor with stilts (remember, when I was a kid, it was almost the dark ages, television was still black and white and cinemascope was just starting to come into being). There were no walk man, no ipods, no computers, and, God forbid, no cell phones. There was even a school dress code. Sex was whispered in the locker rooms, not spoken about commonly. Bread was 10 cents a loaf and there was a thing called "penny candy", and you did get a lot for a panny. Three Muskateers were big, broke into 3 pieces and cost a nickle. Gasoline was 12 cents a gallon and cigarettes 10 cents a pack. No blue-toothes to destroy the sound when you talked on the phone, and no text messaging in school or business meeetings.
Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Del are both deceased (right). He died March 18,  2001, and she died on Easter (March 31, 2002) the following year. Uncle was an avid golfer and bowler. So was she. Both were active to within a year of their departures.
 Brother Del has not been seen since he fought with Mom at the attornies in 2002 or heard from since Fall of 2003, not since Mom called his wife a Blankin (w)itch and her daughter the same thing and banned them from the house. My brother was never one for rejection.
He never called since then, nor wrote Mom no sent cards or gifts. Now that Mom is dead, he surfaced contesting the will. After 7 years of abandonment, he now wants something. He married a shrew and unlike Petuccio could not Tame her.
Mom's will as she wrote it in 2002 stands.
As for me, no longer single. Have Zack and four-legged, furry German "daughter". Bet my sister-in-law, her daughter (never been proven my niece) and brother are livid that I am happy.
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