Beards and a birthday

 

Bearded Iris "Grape Expectations." from the internet

Each of these dots is a galaxy! No reason to post, but I just liked it!

All three of my sons have beards. Today is the birthday of Marty, my oldest.

For Russ,' (his next younger brother's) wedding 25 years ago (I know - WHAT!!) Marty was the only one with a furry chin.

Marty at a few weeks old! I've always been told babies can't really smile at that age, but I'll take this one any day of the week!

A few years later, we enjoyed a nice dinner in St. Petersburg FL.

Marty really likes to use good knives...here he's working on a piece of beef.

And a couple of years ago I visited Marty and his wife, Barbara, for Christmas. Here they receive the pottery I made. Now I don't have it in my house, and who knows where they might stash it (or smash it!) But it's their problem now.

I am not sending any more pottery to my relatives - they've all said as much!

25 years later, Russ has his own white whiskers, here pictured with his lovely wife Michelle and oldest daughter, Audrey.

Here's youngest son, Tai, with his wife, Kendra. Not dated. 

Marty's son, William, seems to have joined the bearded relations, here pictured with his mother, Cinnamon.

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I hope Marty has a very happy birthday. Sending lots of love his way!

Today's quote:

“If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.” - Marc Chagall And some Chagall art: Woman and Bird,Marc Chagall on ceramic tile, 1951 ------- "It's the birthday of author Ian Fleming, born in London in 1908. His family enjoyed wealth and social standing; his father Valentine was a Member of Parliament and when he died in World War I, Winston Churchill wrote his obituary. All doors were open to young Ian, and he worked as a foreign journalist, a banker, a stockbroker, a high-ranking officer and assistant to the director of British naval intelligence, and foreign manager of London's Sunday Times before he took up the career, and the character, that would make him famous. Casino Royale (1953) was the first of his many "James Bond" novels, which featured the playboy spy — code name "007" — and a host of fast cars, nifty gadgets, and hot women."(Writer's Almanac 2014) Fleming died Aug 12, 1964, when my son Marty was 2-1/2 months old. It wasn't for many years before he (Marty) saw the 007 movies, but his mom and dad enjoyed them as soon as they came out. So glad none of my sons became spies!