|Cousin Jessie and my Mom|
|The house, from the path in the fields|
|My mother loves Autumn leaves|
|Ephemeral leaf art|
|I love Autumn leaves, too|
We hugged and talked and sat in the yard and walked in the woods and played in the schoolyard and ate delicious leftovers from Thanksgiving dinner (always better the next day, somehow).
|Jake loves basketball|
|So does Ethan|
We played guitar and sang songs and recited poetry and talked in silly character voices and made up stories on the spot to entertain each other. Jessie and Annette and I performed yet another rendition of "We Are Juvenile Delinquents," a song that's been in our repertoire since we were 10 and 12.
|Jess, Annette & I in 1973 at their house|
|Annette & the beautiful Greta, who is also an amazing baker|
|A table full of amazing, Greta-made desserts|
And then, most amazingly, some documents from deep in my mother and uncle's past were found and examined: my uncle's diary from 1941, when he was a boy of fourteen, and their mother, my grandmother's passport from 1920, the year she fled her native Eastern Europe for America.
|Grandma Dunia's Polish passport|
|Uncle Walter's diary|
More stories to come; to come soon, I promise. And now? Goodnight. I hope you, too, are all going to sleep with a belly full of leftover pumpkin pie and a heart full of familial love.
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