Last Saturday, my Grandpa turned 90 years old. Wow. I know. Who would ever think that both grandma and grandpa would still be here? I am glad they are. I love that Miriam gets to know her Great-Grand's as well as she does.
She calls great-grandpa Williams "the grandpa that taught her to put rocks in her pockets". The first time they met, she was wearing a cute little pair of yellow overalls, with lots of pockets. We were in Logan helping my parents build their house, and there were plenty of pretty rocks around. Great-grandpa came over to meet her, and explained that pockets were for keeping your most favorite rocks. She filled every pocket. To this day, 8 years later, I still find rocks in her pockets. Our poor washing machine.
We had a huge family party for him at the church in Dayton, ID. I think we doubled the city population. It is always so fun to see all my long lost cousins. Unfortunately, in the rush to get all the food we needed to the car with us, I forgot my camera. I had to steal a picture from my little sis. This picture is of my matriarchal sister, (I am trying to not say she is oldest) Vauna, and her eldest daughter, (yeah, I think that's better) Brianne, surrounding our cute grandparents. May they live long and prosper.
