Five Generations

Generation four escaped to Generation three's back porch (just next door to Mamoo)

It may LOOK like they are relaxing, and I hope so, but then again, they be performing for the perpetual camera. (Didn't I say I was retiring the camera at the next family gathering?)

So the generations gather, Braydon makes Mamoo *cool* by giving her a headband to wear, then posing for this *look* signifying that great-grandmothers and great-grandsons CAN have fun together. (The headband became a permanent fixture, Mamoo loves it!)

Father sits with son at the piano of Lil Mema, Mamoo's Mother who is not with us physically, but no doubt loves hearing this piano rock. Jam session in progress! As children (my generation) we would all gather around the piano on special occasions or occasions that ought to be special, singing song after song, mostly hymnals, well, actually ALL hymnals or Christian songs. Mema and Papa were a team for years once they became grand and great grandparents, spending a LOT of time going from Nursing Home to Nursing Home singing to those that just waited for their arrival. Mema played and sang, Papa sang! His favorite song was *How Great Thou Art*. I think every member of our family knows every word and every part, mine was alto! Papa would lean his head back for the high parts, Mema would just GLOW while she played and watched him sing at the same time. (How'd she do that?)

Back to the newest generation, Tyson and Kayleigh have found what they refer to as *cleaners*. They use them to walk all over Mamoo's house to pick up, retreive, place, toss, move or remove anything that is not tied down or otherwise unmovable. Tyson appears intent on litter control, just not sure why his recyclable is over his sister's head. She is either enjoying it or running from it, with a *cleaner* in her own hand. Mamoo busted them eventually, one *cleaner* is in reality a *picker upper* and must go back to the correct location before he sun comes up as it is used to retreive the morning paper!!

It is fun that over the years all of the children see these devices as different things. When Honey was with us, great grandson Christopher used it to pinch Honey's toes (it was a toss up of who enjoyed the game more, Honey or Christopher)

Perhaps the funniest part is after all the grands and greats have gone home, Mamoo and Honey had to conduct treasure hunts to locate the *pinchers*, aka *picker uppers*, aka *cleaners*