Photography and text by Corey Amaro:
The oldest with the youngest.
My Mom is seventy five today.
The youngest in our family is three.
My mom surrounded by the seven youngest grandchildren.
This is W. (the youngest) on his baptismal day,
Here he is nearly three years later. He played trains with Uncle Yo-Yo all day long, and I mean all day long. Uncle Yo-Yo was choo-chooed out.
Kay-Kay two summers ago… with a pin curl.
Kay-Kay turned five, and Daisy came to her birthday party. Kay-Kay tells everyone that she is BIG.
Do you remember Molly? She was the mermaid… yes she cut her hair.
The Little Mermaid with her seaweed crown.
This is my Godchild George. He never liked his photo to be taken. Now he is all over it. Lucky me.
Since George is my Godchild, I let him take a photo of us using the "BIG" camera. He is a very good photographer don't you think?
Uncle Yo Yo (that is French Husband's name to his nieces and nephews, because his real name "Yann", which everyone around here pronounces: "Yawn" just didn't cut the mustard.) loves to tell stories. So while he wove his tale I snapped a few.
The five older boys in our family: Andy, Sacha, Sam, Jack and Joe are now taller than the Empire State Buliding, and my camera lens cannot capture their faces….. well not yet that is.
This is a photo of them a few years ago. Andy is now six foot five….
Maci… with those blue eyes.
Years ago I took the photo below:
Notice the pointed toe, on nature's stage? The sweet Prima Donna poses. I asked May-May if she was hot that August day in her Snowflake Princess dress. She looked at me like I really didn't understand what it meant to be a Princess. This was the favorite dress, a real FUR dress! I was told.
I told the them last summer,
"Okay girls, take two red bricks, tie them tightly to the top of your head with a ribbon every night before going to bed. Oh also, DO NOT CUT YOUR HAIR…."
They did not heed a word I said…. next year I am certain they will be taller than me.
This is Ree, she is Brother Mathew's daughter. Ree often writes comments on my blog. And I fear will be the first of the little girls to be taller than me.
The story continues… Uncle Yo Yo's stories are long….
Every emotion shared…
My mother waters her garden faithfully… and it grows tall and stong.
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