Railroads, Rivers, Route 66 and Running: Merry Christmas from California

It's hard to believe that this is my 3rd Christmas in California since moving here in December of 2011. My original reason for moving here was to help my sister with the care of my parents, she had been a one person health care system and after seeing what she went through during several visits it wasn't hard to decide to help when I was invited to move here from Colorado Springs, my home since 1985. This will be our first Christmas without either of our parents but that can't take away the memories of so many Christmases through the years. Here are some of pictures of our early Christmases.

And here is one that I have no memory of, my first Christmas in 1948, Wilmington, Massachusetts.

Through the years: My parents, the tree behind my Dad was actually his separate tree for the gifts he received from the people on his mail route. It was amazing how much he was given every year. My grandmother Anstey when she visited California for Christmas. My in-laws, Sam and Lois Stout, we spent a lot of Christmases with them when the kids were growing up.

Speaking of the kids, here are some pictures that I randomly chose for this blog, I will let them speak for themselves.