Monday, February 21, 2005

 

Happy Presidents' Day

Good Morning to All,

I heard from Joanne (Buhr) Rohn yesterday, and she's planning to make the reunion. She's lived in Southern California all these years and has taught school.

My famous story with Joanne concerns her slumber parties. It seemed every time she scheduled one at her house, my mother had a baby.

My sister Laurie (now a veteran elementary teacher here in Sandpoint) and my brother Jim (an architect in Oregon) chose to arrive on slumber-party days, so I had to stay home and babysit because there was also Barbara (longtime English teacher at SHS) who made up Batch 2 of our family.

Joanne, I'm hoping you don't schedule any slumber parties when you show up this summer----my mother will be almost 84 and I think she's had enough of rearing kids.

Speaking of kids, I guess I'll tell you all about ours. My son William E. Love III (Willie to me) is 28 and a reporter/sports editor at the Newport Miner. Yes, Mom is proud that he chose journalism. He stays with us five days a week and then heads to Boise to see his wife, Debbie, who's finishing her degree. She's a sweetheart, fully deserving of the name Love.

Our daughter Annie is 26. She's also a Boise State grad, and she works the front desk at the Courtyard Marriott in Seattle. She, like Willie, owns a GPS, and she, like Willie, has followed her dad's interest in geocaching. I'll tell you about that tomorrow because we can add geocaching as an activity for the reunion.

If you don't know what it is, go to (www.geocaching.com).

Bill and I went geocaching yesterday (I go along for the hike and the scenery) out to Talache. Our gorgeous weather continues, and my collection of words could never reflect the beauty out there yesterday. Crystal clear water lapping up against the shore, snow-capped mountains surrounding that gorgeous lake, silence, fantastic skipping rocks clinking with every step. Truly something to behold.

Have a great Monday.



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