My apologies folks, I've been absent here for about a week. I have recovered fully from my bouts of vertigo. I'm back to my normal dizziness.
This past week has been wonderful with the mild temperatures. Today the high was 68 degrees! I'll take it. I actually could go through the whole winter with these mild degrees. I've seen enough snow in my life, don't have to experience it in person any more. Having said that, I do appreciate the change of weather. I like the four seasons.
During my recovery this week I got back to making for Memory videos of my thousands of photos and videos. This one I'm posting now is video compilation of photos taken by my friend Mark Himes of my family reunion at the East Brandywine Community Park on a sunny, brisk fall day October 9, 2011. I understand that most people who read my blog have no idea who these people are in this video. Most of them are my first cousins and their families. The initial opening of this video is of my cousin Tom Tipton with his young step son and my other cousin Ed "Bud" Tipton. We were visiting Bud and his mother (my aunt) Mabel, for whom Bud was the caretaker.
The second part of the video with the big guy in the orange pullover is my younger brother Isaac. He helped me set up the tables at the reunion but once the folks started to arrive, he took off. Isaac is shy.
I think I had one more family reunion which I will post in the future. That was the last one though. My family is getting too dispersed. We originally started these reunions with my father and his ten brothers.
|The first Tipton Family Reunion with all eleven Tipton brothers, my father is the tallest in the back on the right. Picture taken 1960 Kerr Park, Downingtown, PA. I wasn't at this reunion, I was in the Army when this reunion took place|
They're all gone now and about a third of their thirty-six legitimate children are also gone.
There are a few illegitimate children including the one memorial market "David Tkachick" featured at the beginning of the video. That was an interesting story. He was the adopted son of my parents neighbors Joy and Chick Tkchak. He was brain damaged at birth and lived most of his short life in their garden house next door to my parents' three acre property. He couldn't stand, nor talk because he was damaged at birth by his mother who tried to self abort herself but wasn't successful. One summer day in 2001 I was in the garden with my Mother and I heard "David" cry from the pond/garden house where he lived. My Mother said "You know that's Tip's (one of my uncles) son?" I said, "No, I didn't." "You mean he's my cousin?" She said "I guess he is." Small world. She told me Tip had gotten this lady from the church next to where he lived in his rental cabin pregnant. He didn't want to take responsibility and she didn't either. She tried to abort her baby but wasn't successful. David was born with brain damage. He lived only into his twenties. Makes you wonder how many stories like this are buried in history with time. I only knew about it by chance when my Mother mentioned it because we could hear David moaning from his pool house.