I found a few old photos taken in the late 1970s. We were playing a game of baseball with family and friends, the first time ever playing baseball for me, and the last truth be told. Gregg is third from the right. I am the first person you see on the right (above photo).
In the photo below I am standing in front of a house we almost bought. I had to be talked into it as looking around the garden, when I peered over the waist high fence, I spotted a small family graveyard with four headstones. It was very overgrown, not touched in a long time. It wasn't someone else's garden yet, quite a large plot and the land was for sale. I think my eyes may have gone wide as I leaned over the fence. They dated back to the mid 1800s.
If this situation had happened now I wouldn't have had as much angst about them. The camera would have come out, and then I would have tidied up the plot and taken care of them before the new owners bought the land. As it turned out fate intervened. We were in the process of buying the house when the navy sent Gregg to the west coast. He had already been told he would be stationed on the east coast for the next two years. And now here I am standing in front of what would have been our new home if we had stayed, hearing Gregg say "Smile!", and worried about what was over the fence. I was young, what else is there to say? I hadn't entered my phase of life where I feel totally at peace in cemeteries.
This is me with the son of good friends of the family. He was 13 and is now a married man with a sweet, beautiful wife and two beautiful children, the nicest people you could ever wish to meet.