I freely admit that I don't do a very good job of taking people pictures. As a result, I often don't have good pictures of friends and family. Somehow, I managed to take a few pictures of my own family back in the Christmas of 1976. From left to right, my mother Ruth, my sister Pat, her husband Dave, and my father Art. Hard to believe that its been 32 years.
This is probably the nicest picture of my mother that I have. The interesting thing is that I'm about the same age now as my parents are in this photo. Time flies.