That's her the year she arrived. Farmington Elementary changed that year and so did I.
I get it...he doesn't look like me. He is my brother and I have dealt with misunderstandings for years. Just this week a lady at a shop was staring at my sister and me; she couldn't understand the way we were talking about 'Mom.' Most of the time I ignore this but sometimes I play with people. A classical tale of my High School days.
Doing research this week I read an old speech my brother gave. I included a very small excerpt and memory from all of Thatcher kids in this weeks post. Stuart, we miss you and your sense of humor. May it live on in your words. P.S. the little girl in the swimsuit is me. It was one with me all summer. My mom had to force it off of me to wash it.