Old Geezers that Go-Go-Go

We've been in our new digs almost a month now, and haven't done anything to get kicked out of the association yet. We basically like this place a lot and wish we'd made such a move long ago. Several guests have visited and given thumbs up on the accommodations. We're closer to a number of the places we often shop at - most importantly, DUANE'S PIZZA.

The reference in the title to us O.G.s that go-go-go is not meant to say that we travel a lot, but we did make a journey way up to Crookston (MN) - a whole hour away - July 15-17, for my 57th class reunion (50th, 60th reunions are so overdone, we wanted to be different). Our class in 1951 was unusally small compared to the classes of '50 and '52, which were half again as large: we were 42 depression babies. Not to say we were blah kids, although our class was not noticeably athletic: not a single senior on the basketball team! Soccer hadn't been invented in MN back then, nor hockey for girls. We were more musically inclined, always placing high in district and regional contests. However, no one suggested we try to organize a reunion choir or band; most of us don't have the lung capacity to sing or blow anymore. There were 17 of the 30 survivors in attendance, most with spouses along, so we made a nice size group for the banquet. We checked out the new high school (built 10 yrs. ago); our old school no longer exists, having been removed from the face of the earth. And there's a great Polk County Museum in town, consisting of at least 6 buildings, that was fascinating. My walker Rocky and I could only manage 2 of them before giving up. I brought my knitting to the hotel and actually knitted a few rows on the dish cloth I was making, about the only things I make anymore.

I consider us go-go-go-ers because we made this significant move, indicating that we have a lot on the ball. Oh, another geographic adventure is coming up soon: to St. Paul July 31 for the joint baptism of Dalila Jeanne Hansen and Ansel Thomas Cosgrove, our two newest great-grandchildren. Cousins Elissa - Ansel's mom - and Trygve - Dalila's dad - were baptized together also, 27 yrs. ago. How's that for sweet and touching?

I haven't learned how to add pictures yet, but Barbi's blog http://indecisivity.blogspot.com will give you a good look at both babies.

When I was merely a grandparent, I was in good shape and able to carry a baby and walk ad infinitum; now, however, I'm restricted to holding one in my lap while I sit. Sigh. It's still a thrill.

'til next installment - Gr. Barb