Sometimes life takes over, it gets crazy, and you get buried underneath it all. Then you come across something like this and you remember where it was that you started. And how far along you’ve come…
And for those of you who can’t see that date in the right hand corner… 1985.
So that’s what my uncle Russ looked like. I am the granddaughter of his older brother Vernon. I have no photos of Russ and I was only a child when he met me so I don’t remember. Good to know he was successful and looks as if he had a wonderful family. From your extended family……can’t wait to visit home in Cali again and drop by for a bite to eat!