Thursday, January 3, 2013
Christmas in San Francisco in the 70s. My Parents and the SF grandchildren.
Cozy, don't you think? We all loved being with them (my parents). Their bed, no matter where they were, was a meeting place for everyone. Grandchildren vied for the spot next to my Mom. My Dad had given my Mom a coffee service for an anniversary, and from the day he gave her the service, she received breakfast in bed, even if he wasn't there to make the breakfast because he was at the hospital bringing yet another perfect someone into the world, we made the breakfast and carried it upstairs. So, despite crumbs , it was luxurious . . .