The first thing that
happened after they opened the door to their home in Georgia was this
little white cloud of affectionate dogie joy gave everybody the clear
impression that she was happy to see us. Especially Grace.
Then Teresa made a beeline for the
piano. It seems that spending a week in Florida had put a crimp in her
practice schedule. She wanted to make sure she was ready for the show
on Friday. It was nice to hear organic Christmas music while I took
pictures of some of the pictures on the wall behind Teresa.
That couple on the left is my father's
parents. It's the way I remember them looking in the early 1970s.
