As the generations wander, the lineage survives

Way back on Memorial Day, during the trip to Ohio, we had a family gathering at my mother’s house.
At some point in time, my sister Denise came hurrying to get me, saying “You HAVE to come look at the boys’ hands!!”

She had them (apparently for the umpteenth time) hold out their hands side by side.
I stared, while our youngest sister right beside me let out a huge exclamation, while our mom came round to ask what all the fuss was about.  She stopped still in her tracks.

This is a picture of our young men’s hands.

On the left is my nephew Danny’s, and the one on the right (with the guitar behind it) belongs to my youngest son Chris.

Note the little bump at the base joint of the thumb, the length of the fingers, the width of the palm.

Dad’s hands have shown up in the grandsons.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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