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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Here is some of our feast, casseroles, salads, chips and dips, deer sausage and cheese, sliced ham and turkey, rolls, and all the trimmings for bunwiches. Desserts were blackberry pies, upside down German Chocolate Cake, cream puffs, and lots and lots of chocolate candies.
I made a fruit bouquet too.
Cyndi is holding her youngest granddaughter Victoria. Her next youngest granddaughter Madalyn is apparently asking a question and from the look on her grandma's face I think the answer is no.

And here is our hostess, my second daughter Kathy, holding her grandson Ethan.

Ethan's daddy Jake is holding his sister's chihuahua, Tucson, while visiting with Patty-Jo.

Hailee decided to keep a close watch on her basket by putting the handle around her neck. LOL! This weekend I get to go to her dance recital. She won't be wearing the basket.

Auntie Patty is giving Victoria her very first taste of 'wild' blackberry pie. These tiny berries are native to the Pacific Northwest, and are not the Himalyan or evergreen variety which were introduced from Europe in the 1800's.

Mmmmmm! She likes it!

Just look at the colorful plastic eggs. Some still full, and some empty.

When I was a girl we dyed hard boiled eggs but were never able to obtain such vibrant colors.

It rained really hard so the kids hunted eggs indoors. I think they enjoyed it just as much as if they were outside.

It was another wonderful day with some of my family. These times renew me and lift my spirit. I thank the Lord for them and for my family.

I hope your day was as nice.



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