Harvey and Margaret Dahl

I heisted this picture from my cousin Britta's facebook album.  (Don't you love the digital age?)

I love this picture.

I love my grandma and grandpa.  (I'm not sure when this picture was taken, but it's been awhile.  My grandpa passed away in 2002.)

Seeing this picture has left me in a reverie of reminiscence.

This week, I'll be blogging about some of these memories.  Please indulge me while I get it out of my system.

(Are the voices in my head bothering anyone else?)

I should note that Adam says that I write like Monet paints, I give the "impression" of what happens while it's not exact.  My dad says I have a "creative memory" (and I don't think he means to have that sarcastic tone when saying it).  I am lucky to have such supportive glass-half-full sort of men around, huh?

I'll write what I remember, the way I remember it.

Here's a picture for you to have in exchange for the one I took, Britta.  (Or do you already have it?)  It's from Grandma and Grandpa's wedding: