“Mosaics are made from broken pieces but they’re still a work of art. And so are you.” ~ Unknown
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Mom and dad were in Germany, where he was stationed, when I came along. She flew home a few months before I made my entrance, but he couldn’t get back until I was two months old in March 1965. When they moved in 2019, we found a cache of old slides and an old projector with a blown bulb. Mom actually found a replacement bulb and tonight, after our pizza delivery dinner, we sat down and took a trip down memory lane. The photo above was April or May of ’65.
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