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Post by René Bonner on Apr 30, 2007 19:02:09 GMT -5
OK, so I might have left Chicago in a hurry, but that doesn't mean I didn't take a few things with me. I bet my parents were surprised to find some stuff missing after I was gone. Books, a couple movies, things likes that. And my six-great-grandfather's Civil War Diary. I don't think Granma Peggy liked that much, but no one else really appreciated the history of it.
In any case, I made sure to take a couple of pictures with me too. None of the framed ones (Mom would have killed me), but they are my favorites. They're still riding around in an outside pocket of my duffel, and I should change that soon. Maybe I'll finally get an album, since it looks like I'll be here for a while.
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Post by René Bonner on Apr 30, 2007 19:05:36 GMT -5
Speaking of the parental units, you will find few people more different than mine. My Mom is an awful workaholic, most nights bringing her work home with her at the end of the day. And sometimes it feels like the phone is attached to her ear. My Dad is the weird one, always searching for the laugh and not caring about money or possessions. Somehow, though, they make it work.  My Mom, Isabel.  Busy, and in her element.  A rare moment of relaxation. (Dad must have taken this one.) |
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Post by René Bonner on Apr 30, 2007 21:16:55 GMT -5
In contrast, my Dad is the fun-loving one, and even though he's a lawyer, he works mostly pro bono. He's the only one who can get my Mom to forget all of the things she's supposed to be doing and just enjoy life. And she's the only one who can really get him to focus on anything. So, even though they're different, they do balance out.  My Dad, Robert. He's a witch.  At work and disorganized.  Embracing the silliness. (I think he was testing the new camera that day.) |
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Post by René Bonner on Apr 30, 2007 21:17:43 GMT -5
I have two younger siblings, too: my sister, Meredith, who just turned 23; and my brother, Joshua, who's 17 and driving now. That's scary. Like my parents are different, my siblings and I are too. I'm the quiet one, the peacemaker, like a middle sibling should be. Mere got the big sister genes, and while I do take the protective part of the role, she fills the rest of it. She's ambitious, strong, and confident. Out of the three of us, she'll be the most like Mom when she gets a job and family.  My favorite picture of Mere. She clearly got Mom's genes, which were lost on the rest of us.  A candid shot at school, taken by a friend.  Mere probably thanked me for taking this picture. She said it made her look like an eyeliner pencil attacked her.  Just before a "big date," not long before I left. She dumped him a month later. (I thought he was a jerk anyway.) |
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Post by René Bonner on May 3, 2007 21:42:16 GMT -5
My brother, Josh, fills the role of the youngest with ease. He's fun-loving and happy-go-lucky. And lucky is the way to describe him, because he never gets in trouble. He plays a lot of practical jokes, so I've at least got dodging instincts. Mom also despairs of him ever finding a sense of responsibility, and in a few respects, she's not far off. But if he finds the right girl, he could do Dad justice in family and career.  Going through a rebellious phase a couple years back.  A nice picture. We clearly take after Dad.  Bonnerus joshuus insanitus, photographed in the wild. Natural reaction. (Written on the back in Mere's handwriting: "Keep your distance. Whatever he's got, it must be contagious.")  He does clean up nice, though. |
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