If you ever want to hear a good story, ask me about how my grandmother saved all the acres that our family owned. She's one of my heroes, I have to say.
Anyway, enough writing. Onto the pictures.
My nana's in the picture closest to the camera. My Poppy is on the tractor. And let's get this right. The spelling is Poppy, not Popie. Some relatives down in South Florida seem to think his name is Popie. Silly Bradleys.
Here's my Uncle Charlie. Below that picture is my Uncle Herbert on the tractor.
My family loves to talk...
They like to converse...
They like to chew the fat...
They like to eat, too...
And talk...
The men get so overwhelmed by everything that goes on in the kitchen, they just go sit in the corner...
There's a lot of love in our family.
Now for the river pictures...
Dad: "Who am I, Anna?"
Anna: "An Indian?"
Dad: "No! Statue of Liberty!"
Anna: "Oh. I get it."
This was taken back in the 90s. A 'vintage' river shot of the family. Somehow, I missed out on this photo. Not sure where I was. Probably underwater.
Then I got home, and we washed the cat. We are very clever. His name is Big Kitty. His brother's name is Little Kitty. Big Kitty not Happy.
3 comments:
Great photo of Nana and Poppy. Big Kitty looks traumatized. Classic Phillip pic. Where are pictures of Anna?
Great pictures.. But as nicknames go, they can be spelt any way. I prefer Popie because it's not like poppy seed or a poppy flower. Does it really matter how you spell it? No. But back to your photos, they capture our family very well.
Haha. Just trying to see if the Bradleys are reading. Now I know.
Can't wait to see you!
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