Cynthia’s anticipation of the arrival of her first grandchild by way of John and Jessica has been a bit much by Paternicus’s (me) rather curmudgeonly standards, but her joy at having a grandchild nearby to fuss over and for whom she can buy cute (you are supposed to squeal a bit when you say cute) clothes cannot be denied.
Tomorrow is D-day for Samuel Vandeford Trippe, and there is a very good chance he will be on time for his date with his destiny. John Trippe’s family is a historic clan with places and things in Eastern Maryland named for it. Sort of like landed gentry without land or wealth, but certainly with cool names.
I would kill for a name like that. I was stuck with Jackie Dean Swanson until confronted by the admissions office at Harvard with the incredulous question “Is that what you want printed on your diploma?” At least I can proudly claim a family of oil field roughnecks on my biologic father’s side, including Dowd Swanson who continued to work in the oil fields into his 80’s.
For those stumbling on my neglected blog on the day before D-day, check out Jessica’s picture from last week on the family album.
And welcome to the McCue family, Sam.