TRADITION

Finally I'm posting something here. David here. On the night of Friday July 20, the last night my parents were here from Utah, Sarah left to her sister's apartment and told me to get some pictures of the kids with Oma and Opa. As you can see, she didn't specify what kid of pictures she wanted, so here is one of the 16 I took.
My Mom was explaining to Zach and Cannon how when she was a little girl her Dad would "play the piano" on her ribs. Of course you can't talk about Opa Allart with out a
demonstration...



And Mom, it's not an embarrassing picture as you thought, it's a picture of you passing on a fun tradition in a loving way while looking like a musician that's half off her rocker, a few notes shy of a concerto, one musician short of a solo, I could go on.