If I ever learned something from genealogy, it has to be this: No money, no photos! My mother’s family albums show her at all ages while my father’s is almost empty until he was able to buy himself a camera in the 1940’s at about 30 years old. With the money earned from my paperboy (euh… papergirl!) job for La Presse, I was able to buy my first Kodak camera and my photos are all blurry. Even so I am very proud to publish here one of my “masterpieces” in memory of my mother. (I can hear you laugh Mom!).