My house used to be a gathering place of an American family whose grandfather served to defend America during WW I. The house seems to be buzzing with good energies each time I am hosting dinner with family and friends. I call them family as in my ripe age towards the end of a life’s chapter, chosen friends become your extended family while your grown up children grow their own families. Posting this photo as we were non-stop laughing, though there were a lot of back stories that became preludes for wonderful beginnings. Happy Thursday, Sept. 1, 2016 to you all! I am the one reminiscing, instead of Facebook randomly choosing for me.
