So apparently yesterday was Gay Uncles Day.
My friend Ken reminded me that we should be receiving cards and gifts from our nieces and nephews. (Alas . . . .)
So in honor, here’s photos of me with the blood relative (for I have numerous adopted) nieces and nephews over the years, and some photos I’ve taken of them:
With nephew Blayne.
1995. JC with Karen’s kids, Blayne and Kristen, at the Ringling Bros. circus at Kemper Arena.
Blayne with his cousins.
Joseph with Kristen.
2006. Kristen now has a Ball State shirt too.
Joe, Luke, and Anna.
2000. A very young Anna at my doctoral hooding ceremony.
Somehow conversation turned to the joys of having your hair brushed. Luke decided to show me.
And Luke too.
Again, Luke and Joe end up on my lap. Every time I go visit, this happens!
With my nephews Luke and Joseph last summer, waiting for the Amtrak home.
2007. JC with Joseph, the youngest and last of the neices and nephews.
Napless Joe-Joe is out cold while Luke plays a game.
I made a quick dash this week to Lee’s Summit, more of which later. But I had to share these photos of me with Luke (18) and Joe (13), Beth’s two boys.
After Webster University Commencement, I flew (literally) across the state to see my family, gathered in one place for the first time since my father’s funeral seventeen months ago.
All three of Richard & Marie’s children were there, along with the five grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren. The occasion was a celebration of Luke’s 18 years, and his graduation from high school.
Luke decided I needed some of his long hair.
With my sisters.
Easter IV was celebrated at St. Mary’s Episcopal Church (AKA Smokey Mary’s), where I sat by and sang with Leona Schaefer, with my long-time acquaintance Geoffrey Wilcken at the organ, and my colleague Tony Maglione leading the choir. The liturgy was perfect!
With John and Leona Schaefer at coffee hour.
Writing, on the way home, with sunlight dappling the page through my south-facing window.
Nephew Luke wanted to go, so we did.
We solved the mysteries, and enjoyed the experience very much indeed!
I’d urge anyone visiting Toronto to consider the Casa Loma Escape Series.
Look for us at left in this photo.
Photos of me and of Luke, and of Tesla . . . .
And of the waterfalls themselves, plus our guide feeding a squirrel . . . .
The stunning, overwhelming, terrible, heart-cramping beauty of Niagara Falls rendered me speechless today as we sailed into the mist of the Horseshoe Falls.
My face was wet from the spray, and from the tears I was shedding.
Nature is so powerful, so glorious, and so awe-filling.
Nephew Luke and I had a four-hour tour that included the Maid of the Mist, a walk on the shore just feet from the falls themselves, and multiple sight-seeing stops.