Par...

A couple weeks ago, we went up to the Hill AirForce Museum with my sweet grandparents... "Marme" and "Par". My grandpa, Par, flew in the AirForce for many years and knew something about all the different planes we saw there. I love listening to his stories... what an incredible life he had. He is an incredible man, and I love him very very much. Par is in his 80's now... can't always hear... hurts to walk sometimes... just slowing down a little. I HATE it! I'm greatful for the couple hours he gave to us... so that we could just BE with him. I'm so glad I have a couple pictures of him with MY kids... his GREAT-grand kids.

This next picture is of Par's type of PLANE he flew most of the time. Only his was named "Happy Bottom"... after Marme...my grandma... her REAL name is Gladys.

(get it... GLAD-A_ _ = Happy Bottom. Silly Par.) Check this out... I told him I wanted a picture of him in front of his plane and so he lifted up the rope and started to walk back. The guard standing there said, "Sir, you cannot come back here." and Par says, "Listen, I've flown in that plane for 1000 plus hours... I've earned the right to go back there." The guard stepped aside and said, "Yes, sir, you have. Come on back."

Thank you, Par and Marme for making this such a fun day for us!

PS... I can't figure out why it CROPPING off the right side on the last two pictures. CRAP! I'll have to try to speak HTML again.