Paul was 14, almost 15 in this picture. He's holding 2 month old Ricky. Betsy and I are seated in front of him.
This picture of our whole family was made at the old P'ville School Gym where Paul had just played a baseball game. We were launched from this family of origin to the 2:00, 6:00, 10:00 positions, about as far apart as any siblings could possibly be flung. Even though I still feel affection for both of them, I rarely see them or spend time with them. I treated Betsy to lunch on Sunday, and called Paul today after I passed the spillway and saw all the fishermen below the dam. I figured that's where he was, but I was wrong. The last time we were all together was for Mother's funeral. She died a year ago today. (Laurie, I'm still waiting for the pictures you made of everybody in Tupelo.)
Happy Birthday, Betsy and Paul!