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Greetings, Bloggy Twofers!

Here is a 'Twofer' photo - Uncle Ray and my nephew, Timmy.

Kids loved Uncle Ray, and he always spoke kindly to them and never lost his temper other than to banish them to the basement or outdoors.

He'd let some of the many cousins or grandchildren (who were always around in the summer or fall) ride in his pickup truck to the store or the landfill (to 'help'), making them feel special and important. He'd put them to work (some enjoyed this, some not!) on the woodpile or various chores.

Especially at the holidays (but pretty much anytime), Ray and Mary Ann would have guests. No one could have more generous hearts! Ray and Mary Ann embraced and encouraged a continuous stream of visitors, meals in and out, coffee brewing, bathroom occupants, luggage, and trips to the airport.

The various cousins, nieces, nephews, friends, children and grandchildren would slumber in sleeping bags on the floor, on sofas, and pretty much anywhere they could 'alight'. Aunt Nancy loved to be in this group because they'd stay up half the night talking and laughing.

Pretty nice people, wouldn't you say? I'd say - the BEST!