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Young Mr. Suave

A New Family

Removing the cracks

With This Ring

[klassylady25]

Babies use to be given little wrist bands that was either pink or blue when I was born.  Still have mine and my brothers.  The hospitals use to use little glass bead, pink or blue, and also little White letter beads that spelled out the last name.

"Zimmerman" sure didn't leave much room for the pink beads at all.  A little history for you.

 

[Patre]

Thanks klassylady,
I sent two images to Photoshelter. One with and the other without the wrist band.
It will be a happy decision either way..

[jneil2]

Really nice job, Patre.
Jan

[glennab]

Beautiful restoration, Pat. I especially like the background.  What a gorgeous little guy.

Candy, I still have my bracelet, too.  They had to fit Hackenburg on mine, and I was a tiny baby.  Ah, memories.  Yeah, I remember before I was born (truly), but can't for the life of me recall what I had for dinner last night. Scawey, scawey!!  (That reminds me of my son's griping at me – when he was in his child-from-hell pre-pubescent stage – that I probably yelled at him before he was born to clean up his womb!  Smart alec kid!)

Hugs two times!

Glenna

[klassylady25]

Ok, girl!  I just about fell out of this chair.  I think you and I have the same son and I'm still telling him to clean up his room!  LOL

[mschonher]

Really nice job Patre and sorry to refer to you as Schen in my first reply. Mary

[Patre]

No problem, Mary! I knew you meant me.

[glennab]

Mary, you're not alone in the CRS Syndrome department.  Sadly, too (and I forgot to tell her this in answer to an earlier question) Hannie asked me if there's a cure.  No, it's a progressive disease, and one must just hope that one's friends don't mind being called "Ferdinand," "Shirley," "What's-Your-Face" or labels of that nature.

My favorite at work is when one of my associates tells me that something happened or someone said something a week ago; I don't remember, so I always reply "Where was I?" And the answer is always, "Jeez – at your computer!"

So far I can remember who I am, but I'll pull out of the driveway half the time and not remember where I was going.  Please send cards and letters to the nursing home!

Hugs

Glenna