Today is Clayton Oliver Scaggs's birthday. He's eleven. And he's sick. Bummer. Clayton is a sweet, smart boy with a big heart, a good heart. Remember the yoyo story?
It is also the 81st wedding anniversary of my mother and father. We on earth mark it by word and heart-felt gratitude. They are celebrating in heaven, I do believe.
When they married, my mother was 33 and my dad 41, and when I was a child I thought these were very advanced ages. Now not so. My dad had been married before and had three children, Dorothy, Don, and Patsy. I know Don and Dorothy are gone. I do not know about Patsy.
My mother had not married until she and Wilford found each other. Lola and Wilford. Theirs is a wonderful story about things that were meant to be, but I have told it elsewhere.
Together they have five children, all still alive and kicking. Janeen, Bill (Anthony Wilford), Sterling, Carol, and Lucile. That is the Brimley family. They started out in Salt Lake City and shortly after discovered Santa Monica, California, and moved there.
Praise be.
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