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My mother, Marj, when she was a college coed.  Apparently not above showing a little leg to her boyfriend who has joined the Navy. 


When Seaton won the Mercer County Church League Championship, Marj painted a sign we nailed to a phone pole.  Sadly, I had a bunch of pictures of us celebrating our victory, but I seem to have lost them.  Players on that team were Ivan Ewing, Jeff Benson,  


Making milkshakes, a habit impossible for me to "shake".  Looks like a batch of ice cream in the blender, the tub in front of her, a can of chocolate syrup, milkshake powder and on her leg a jug of milk.


Me and Michael in front of a firetruck we rode in while at a Seaton Pancake breakfast.  


Michael looking cool in his shades.  Looks like we are heading to Lake Littlejohn.


Michael again in my 65 Ford Galaxie convertible.


Marj and Magic in Mark's little MG he had in college.  Looks like they are about to take a ride.


The only picture I have of Seaton Presbyterian Church, a place that played such a big role in small-town Seaton.  I was just there, having accompanied Mark and Holly to church on the Sunday I was back in December.  By the way, Mark and I were Accolytes during church back when we were kids going to church, forcefully I might add.    


Marj in the kitchen that was a hub for the family.


The sign hanging on the pole that Marj painted in the picture above.  I'm not sure what the sign said, but something like "Welcome to Seaton, Home of the Champion Seaton Wolves Church Softball Team".


Marj as a little girl with people I sadly have forgotten.  Grandparents or Aunt and Uncle.  Damn.  People shouldn't be forgotten.

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