You can't tell, but here the cousins continue their display of their adorable bottoms all over the eastern sea board. In this case their pants were wet after some tsunamis washed up on the shore of the pond.
Here they form a sweet marching band that was not as much appreciated by the people in the living room as we thought.
Here they quell the eruption of Mt. Arthur.
And read books and frolicked like little mountain goats.
Clare and Emmett did some frolicking as well.
Since Grandpa Peter took this, he isn't in them. But we'll post some more soon. Catch ya later, and no fair peeking at those little bottoms, ok?
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Yikes, too wonderful to comment. Fall foliage in Vermont and a pair of boy girl cuties playing just where I used to see their parents cavorting about. Bottoms, tops and middles all appreciated.
Clare - how did you like NEW ENGLAND ?
P.S. Don't cut Thomas's hair
Clare's ability to bear large burdens soon after crossing the Atlantic is admirable indeed. She'd have done well at Plymouth, married no later than her 16th birthday.
WB
Hey William - I sat next to someone who thinks your writing and your leadership is the cat's pajamas. She teaches "Puritan Literature" at Bard College (Prof. Liz Frank) and assigns your writing to her students. She visibly moved away from me when I told her I was not a "real" Bradford but then seemed interested again when I told her that I had means to convey her admiration to WB himself.
We remember this trip well! Much fun had by all.
we all love these photos and would like to see some more
Yes. At least the two from the airport, whatever that is.
WB
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