Friday, September 28, 2012

Toni And Her Sisters

My mother and her three sisters - Ronni, Michele, and Joya. 
My father is to the right, standing behind the kitchen counter.

Today was a fantastic day for me.  I got to spend several hours talking to my Aunt Joya.  It's been a very long time since we last talked and I missed hearing from her.  The sound of her voice was like snow on a crisp winter day.  I know that doesn't sound so appealing, but for me it's paradise;  for others, the phrase might be more of the "sunshine on a cloudy day" variety, but since I hate hot weather and all...snow does the trick.

We covered so many topics, but talked a lot about a the "family blog" my cousin (her son) created in an effort to get and keep the family connected.  I'm all about participating, but I'm not so sure it's going to be such a hit with the more "private" and technologically challenged members of the family.  And, I've had a daily blog for over eight years now and I can count on less than one hand the number of people in my family I know of, who actually read it. 

The blog idea came at a perfect time though, because I'm home  and have been working on the family tree.  Which I wish I started twenty years ago, when the people who knew shit were still alive.  I've also been going through all the family albums, including the ones that belonged to my grandfather and grandmother.  Which is where I unearthed the photo above.

Aren't you just diggin' those mod outfits??

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Gil said...

Never was a fan of those pants suits, but the shot skirts were a horse of a different color! Love the 'big' hair. Your father looks like he is doing a shot...

The Daily Rant said...

Yeah, the hot pants were a lot sexier. LOL Aunt Joya was the youngest, so she got away with a lot in the fashion department - things the other girls were never allowed to wear.

As for my father, doing shots was never his thing, he was probably drinking scotch on the rocks - that was what my grandfather and all the men drank back then. Although, it does look like he's doing a shot, huh? :)

Anonymous said...

Raising 3 girls yeah I would be drinking:) I have hard time raising 2 teenage daughters :)

The Daily Rant said...

ANONYMOUS: My grandfather raised FOUR girls - and they were all beautiful!

He once got called for jury duty on a rape case - the defense lawyer dismissed him as a juror. Gee, ya think??