two brothers

Our December calendar started out with two consecutive weekend visits from two beloved brothers.

You can see the blur of Darcy’s tail as she greets DK (younger brother of Margaret-Rose, once known to her as Daryl). 

Darcy knows she’ll get a power walk out of DK and didn’t even protest the foot cleaning on their return.

DK’s visits involve checking in with “the kids” — his own and ours while he’s in town. We “worried” that when Mom Edna died he’d stop visiting us from all the way up in Winthrop, WA. We’re glad that didn’t happen. Mauri likes making breakfast and coffee for our guests.

And then he was off to build a deck on another “kid’s” house. Hurry back, DK!

A few days later we welcomed brother John from Florida. Darcy wonders if she might get a walk out of this stranger.

This visit included lots of show and tell — some of my photo book projects, my graphics/editing/photography work for Friendsview Retirement Community, and I think most enjoyable to him my seven giant notebooks of family archives and memorabilia. The contents brought on much conversation and remembering together. He probably won’t appreciate this photo, taken without enough warning to remove his reading glasses. It seems reasonable to me that an 80-year-old would need reading glasses.

Just like old times, we sang together. Our mother used to accompany us, but Mauri filled that role nicely. He knows all the songs we love and can play them in whatever key our aging voices need.

We got to hear Mauri’s two brass groups play Christmas music at Chapters, a local bookstore.

And got treated to a candy cane by a passing Santa Claus!

He posed with me for the requisite “remember when you visited us?” photo…

… as we headed to George Fox Bauman Auditorium for a wonderful Christmas concert.

The next morning we had just enough time to attend the worship portion of NFC’s morning service and hear the handbell choir and Mauri lead singing with the men’s quartet — then head toward the airport in the first Oregon rain of his whole visit.

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