We had an adoptive grandpapa made of the stuff of heroes...He lived to a ripe ripe old age. He adopted my adoptive mom (quebec is always known for making too many babies to all raise under the same roof and has been for a while....). His name was Alphonse, or Phonse. We have lovely pictures of him with us, the two kids.

Mom (living the dream life of simplicity nowadays) is willing and enthused to look for these pictures which hopefully I will share with you soon!

Voici Phonse et une de ses tribus....Ma soeur porte du linge qu'elle a fait elle meme, mon pere a la moustache a la mode, et je tiens les epaules de la grand mere....