Will the real winner please stand up?

In answer to your question - "Don't you ever PLAY on that croquet court you worked so hard to "improve" and that we read sooooo much (probably far too much) about?"

I don't wish to brag but yours truly won the first game of the season (which my husband conveniently forgot by the next time we played...)

Therefore, I will only mention in passing that he did manage to win the next match only to lose to his cousin John in the final match of the day. Take note folks, no one is kneeling at their feet...

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Is one to assume their second childhood has already begun? Oh woe is me!

Soooooo big!

Peyton - what do you want to be when you grow up?

With those boots, perhaps a fireman? or a farmer? (he's only 5 so he does have a chance to grow up a bit to fill out those boots.)

However, notice that haircut, a la Peyton. Perhaps we have a budding barber in our future...

And then there were...

Once upon a time there was a family named Keck who moved through the generations from Germany to what is now the Ukraine to what is still New York City. They had several sons (none of whom stayed in NYC) and a daughter who married a Grossmann and took her son "against his will" to Boise, Idaho. This son grew up in Boise and eventually moved to upstate NY, telling his wife (me) that, other than his brother, he had no relatives. So the photos you see are of the truly miraculous LIVING Keck family at the family get-together at our house this summer.

On to the photos - left to right. Bob & Carole hand grating the potatoes for those fabulous Keck potato pancakes. These pancakes are ABSOLUTELY the ugliest glop you've ever seen but somehow transform themselves into ABSOLUTELY the best potato pancakes you've ever tasted when Betty, photo 2, fries them up. Photo 3 - Frank, John & Jules (the patriarch of the family & whose parents took that boat to NYC) watch over the tray of German sausages. Photo 4 - It's Bob's birthday with one cupcake for every year (I'm not telling, you have to count them yourself.) 5 - The Lutheran heritage continues - John with cousins Michele & Helen (In case you can't read it, the tee says "I love Lutheran Boys".) 6 - The eating continues as John cooks breakfast for John (there were a LOT of John's) & Judy. (In case you're wondering that's oil, not boos. I trust the cap was still on. Yuk!) 7 - John & Bob keep the play quotient up. 8 - Ann (the Keck connection) & her family Robert, Helen, Michele & Bob. 9 - Bob huffed and puffed and blew & blew... and lived to blow another day...

The group family photo, related to my husband John and now to lucky me. Moral of the story - don't always believe everything your husband tells you...

And for those of you who care to know, from left to right, sort of - Bob, Michele, Brian, John, Noi, Kelly, Robert, Frank, Betty, Bob, John, Judy, Carole, Janet, Helen, Ann, & in front row, Paul, Jules & John (I got to take the picture.)