Generation Gap


Everyone has things to like about Christmas. At the least, it's a day off when you can't go shopping.


My favorite thing is that we hear from people near and far who check in once a year with a Christmas greeting. This year, our long-time friends from Los Angeles sent a family picture that shows a new grandchild. My former colleague, now in San Diego, sent a picture card of her handsome five-year old—wasn't it just yesterday that I visited him brand new in the hospital?


And then there are the cards picturing the children of my children's friends. My "third son" who lived next door to us when our kids were growing up—now with new twins as well as a four-year old. Or a bright-eyed carrot-colored hair boy now perhaps seven months old, the latest grandchild of a friend I met on the same day that I met Peter 43 years ago. There is the family-photo card of my friend Marty whose husband had a research institute named after him this year. Pictured are their three sons and all their grandchildren, assembled from far and wide, grinning from ear to ear at the big dinner honoring him. Or my friend Christa's family—photographed year after year in the same positions on the deck of their New Hampshire house. I must have a dozen versions of this in my photo albums.


So, a big thank you to Shutterfly, Kodak Gallery, Snapfish, etc. and a Merry Christmas to all.


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