1961
Kurt: What?
Anna: Mine!
Susan: Come ooooon, take the picture.
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Several Lifetimes' Worth of Photographs
Why We Do It
Susan (Richmond, Virginia), Kurt (Columbia, Missouri) and Anna (Key West, Florida) survived childhood together. We thought we hated each other as kids, but as adults we are each others' best friends.
Our father, Leonard, died on February 10, 2008. Our mom, Patricia, died on February 11, 2010. This is our family's memoir.
(Most of these photos are pretty big. Click on any of them to enlarge.)
Our father, Leonard, died on February 10, 2008. Our mom, Patricia, died on February 11, 2010. This is our family's memoir.
(Most of these photos are pretty big. Click on any of them to enlarge.)
Blog Archive
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2008
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Nov
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- Maw Maw & Leonard Pose with the Radio
- Leonard & Padi Go to the Marine Corps Ball
- Play, Interrupted
- All Hail the Old Timer
- Leonard on the Open Sea
- "And No Man Could Head Me"
- The Ambassadors of Agamemnon
- Leonard Plays the Trumpet
- Gay, Schmay
- Leonard the Sailor Man
- Anna Mirtsching and Leonard
- The Happy Family
- Karl's Calendar Cover
- Leonard & Captain Wiviott
- Padi Goes Camping
- Uova alla Bela Rosin
- Fire in the Streets
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Leonard
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Leonard Charles Mirtsching
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Padi
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Patricia Anne Drennen
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1950s
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1960s
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Susan
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Anna Germaty Mirtsching
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Charles Henry Mirtsching
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Maw Maw
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Paw Paw
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Kurt
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1930s
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Karl's Calendar
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1900s
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Anna
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Carl Traugott Mirtsching
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Choo Choo Papa
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Richard Max Mirtsching
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Rose Fuchs Mirtsching
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1970s
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John's Calendar
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Philippines
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1800s
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1940s
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1980s
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Food
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Frances Margery Smith Drennen
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Gramma Smith
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Grampa Dee Dee
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Gus Weidemann
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Kurt's wedding
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Richard Wiedemann
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Richmond
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Rosemary Weidemann
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Thomas Lyle Drennen
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motorcycles
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Okay - I am told.....I would run and throw myself upto the sides of that play pen, which is on wheels, lurching the rickety thing about the house. The bruising on my chest was no deterent, but when the walls and door jams started to get battered, my travels were curtailed by tying it to the icebox door.
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha! You are still entirely capable of doing that.
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