Grandma and Grandpa Thompson.

Corpus Christi, Texas.

They are so special to me. So sweet. So loving. Grandpa is not well, so this trip was espcailly sweet and especially hard, but I’m really glad we went. He was a pilot in WWII. He trained other pilots at Harlingen.

He flew a P39, P40, B26, B24, and on and on.

They are amazing. He plays the accordion, country dances, plays piano and draws. She loves her African Violets, and still sings with her church choir. I am so glad the kids got to go down again. (Thank you dad for driving us down!).

(Do you know what the drawer to the lower left is? Perfectly lined up juicy fruit and double-mint gum. Oh the joys and memories of grandparents!)