I learned a bit about family history today, too. My great-great-great-grandfather spend 1 year and 1 day in prison for stabbing a man to death. He was actually protecting a brother that was being beat by the group of men. I also learned that there used to be money in the family. I wonder what ever happened to it.
So here are the pictures I promised.
Uncle Steve, Mom, and Uncle Sonny
Mom with Uncle Steve's girlfriend, Beverly
Uncle Sonny couldn't get over how much Little Brother looks like my dad. He just had to have his picture taken with him.
We took a drive down to where our old house was before it burned down. All that remains is the patio and the fireplace (at least what's left of it). I brought back some pieces of the brick because it reminds me that my dad built that house. I don't know what I'm going to do with the bricks yet but I'll figure out something.
Me and Big Brother checking out the fireplace.
The old "Swinging Bridge" that we actually used to drive over to get into Warsaw. This is probably the reason I have a fear of bridges.
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