Each new year brings me the same memory: 3rd grade, and how difficult it was for about 2 weeks to remember to write "1979" instead of "1978" on all my papers. Once I shared that with my dad and he said he had had the same problem from '39 into '40. We swapped these stories while filling all the bathtubs in our house with water on Dec 31, 1999, since on that day he wondered if our society's infrastructure would break down as we entered the New Millenium and there'd be no water. In the end, all was well and the next morning he ordered me around draining tubs and sinks. It was his last healthy New Year's and remains a great memory for me!
Last night, after flying back to Nice, we had an impromptu aperitif with our friends Marie & Ludovic whose own plans had fallen thru at the last minute, which worked out perfect - they are 2 blocks away. No photos of the adults, but a few shots above and below of the "ELLE" brigade = Estelle, Léna, Louise & Eva. We enjoyed some champagne and foie gras and had those girls home in bed by 10:30.
Eva is 2 months older than Estelle.
Louise is 7 weeks older than Léna.
Happy New Year to All! And to my mother and all 10 siblings who are all together today in Vermont to ring in the New Year together in the snow.
4 comments:
Julie, is was great that you called while we were singing christmas carols, so that you could join in!! We missed your directing the play, but Mary did a great job standing in for you! Happy New Year to you all! Thanks for sharing the bathtub of water story! I never knew Dad to be worried about much, so that was an interesting story!!Your girls look happy to be home!
Happy New Year to you too, Julie!
We had a wonderful time yesterday at Wes and Darlene's. Lot of fun visiting, singing, playing games, eating, and sliding.
Can you believe Mom stayed up to see the New Year in by playing Scrabble with us?
It was great talking to you! Since you have the free cell phone service call me to let me know when you want to skype, K?
xo laura
we missed you Jules!!! Sorry I didn't get to talk on the phone to you. I was either singing or outside. What a nice memory about Dad -- got me teary. And Jacob noticed that his picture (of him on the computer - framed on top of the piano at Wesley's) was smiling down on the kids while they were doing their play (how sweet).
Maybe (someday when you least expect it) my Christmas gift will arrive (if it hasn't been stolen by some scoundrel). Love to all,
Mary
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