We stopped on the way to my brother's on Christmas Eve to see Mother.
Mother wearing her new feather boa on Christmas Day.
My brothers (Charlie on the left, Douglas in the red sweater) looking for a volunteer to take photos of us. (Michael was taking a nap and keeping Kitty from taking Laramie apart piece by piece in case he took a notion. Laramie was crazy interested in Kitty. Kitty turned into a real live caricature of the back-arched, fur-straight-up, wide-mouthed Halloween black cat; my, how that cat can hiss. Laramie decided to admire her from afar.)
What a darling family!
And we're all smiling! I'd just looped the boa over the top of Mom's head, and she was tickled. I meant to have bangs that day but my glasses were on top of my head. As some of my daughter's friends say about her, we don't have foreheads; we have fiveheads.