I found this old picture from years gone by. My mother catalogued our old pictures one winter and put them all in albums. Thank you, mom, for the memories. Only 8 of the 17 folk in this picture are living, and I am blessed to be one of them. Psalm 90:9, 10, 12, “For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.” P.S. I am the middle little boy right in the middle.
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