The names might have been Pierce, Jones, Stafford, McCarthy and more (?), we were all family together as a family for Thanksgiving. Captions are scattered with names and relationships explained. A treasure hunt would be required for all captions. Mistaken identities could only be blamed on me. There must be an address by which to inform me of errors.............somewhere. Or just a comment may, or may not, be noticed.
My daughter Sara's husband, Howard, with their son, Jackson.
On Wed before Thurs, isn't it always that way? From Charleston to Charlotte, usually a 3 1/2 hr trip. This is just before reaching Columbia, the in between city where Sara will be moving next year, with her family.
My daughter, Julie, in the middle, with her son's Chris on top and Ryan on the bottom.
No, this is not where the fat lady sings. One, it is where the evening began, and two, there is no fat lady.
This is where the charming knight prepares to lop off the head of the beautiful damsel who has "burst" into song.
Austin (my son Jon's son) and Mary Catherine (my daughter Sara's daughter. I think that makes these two cousins.
I watch the small drama unfold. That is the photographer's role.
No sides I take. No involvement. Very politically correct.
