Lovely photos. Thinking of Uncle Evan’s gentle manner. Remembering one of those Sunday afternoon dinners when he raised his eyes and looked my way as he prepared to bless the food, wanting me to hold the hand of whichever boy cousin was beside me. (Can’t remember if I was brave enough to do that.) Still cherish our visit with Aunt Helen and Uncle Evan in ‘97, sitting in the garden while Neil’s daughter and son shot hoops with mine. With sympathy to my MacAlpine cousins and their families, Cathy Leatherdale and Ched Radoja
