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  • Sleeping or waking, we hear not the airy footsteps of the strange things that almost happen... Yet these things are always right beside our paths." David Swan pg 194 by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Saturday, May 1, 2010

SUMMER WITH FORSYTHS

This is a picture of my Grandfather Neil Snow Forsyth, my dad's dad, on his 97th birthday with his second wife Ruth. Most of the family was together there for that occasion.


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