HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

2006

I worked New Year's even, came home and went to bed then rose up late but made it work, and worked New Year's Day. At work watched the Eagles lose, so Dallas Cowboys are out of the running for the playoffs - so, we at least know who isn't going to the super Bowl - again.
Not that I'm a football fan or anything, but seeing that just about everyone is watching it all ya can't help but to pick up some of the atmosphere.


Spent a nice time with the family; party, food, and games. Elizabeth just resently learned that she'll make us grandparents a second time around; so congradulations to them, again!

The Coming New Year

We had a really good Christmas; our family gathered for a delicous meal, an evening of opening gifts, playing games and just being together. Made a few phone calls and planned some goals for the coming new year. One of which is to build a better relationship with my brother, Tracy.

As kids we were never close, and even as adults we are not that close. There's always room for improving our lives and why not work toward strengthening those bonds that should be closest to us.

FLOPPY The Snowman

FLOPPY
Check out this Snowman; who waves at passerbys, gets drunk, and lands in jail - sad story!

SNOW Coat of Arms

OUR FAMILY ARMS

Everyone Changes...

. . . Even our Heros

2005 In Review

2005 In REVIEW

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HAPPY YULE!!!

WARM HOLIDAY Greetings!

MASK

Behind the smiles we put forth for others are the real thoughts of our changing hearts...

OUR HISTORY'S NAMES

I have kind of been the family historian; asking questions, writing things down, and interested in genealogy, since I was old enough to read.

From my earliest childhood memories of visiting my father's parents, I fell in love with the idea of our family having a place in histroy. With each visit, Granny Snow would fret and fuss over the details of our sleeping arrangements, and making everyone comfortable. After all had settled down she would automatically head for the living room closet to recover a book which she would always hand me, with that endearing smile of hers. Within the pages of THE TEXAS SNOWS, I not only read my own name, but escaped into the discoveries of an almost forgotten time; stories heard only around my grandparent's kitchen table. Stories which came alive with even more depth. From then on I was hooked!

Even though those lives have passed away,

OUR HISTORY'S NAMES

are worth remembering . . .