I had a lovely day at my parent's house, getting ready to celebrate my grandmother's birthday. She'll be 80, and Saturday we are having a surprise party for her. We looked through old photos to find some nice ones of her to scan and share at the party. It's funny how you mis-remember the stories of your childhood, or how the cool ones develop and burrow into your memory, while the ones not of interest to a child's mind disappear. I've always thought of my great-grandfather as a typical Irish jack-of-all-trades, it turns out he also ran a successful antique store. To be fair to my childhood mind, he did have some weird odd jobs - for example, the monkey and hurdy-gurdy! Now I have some photos scanned in to my laptop so I'll remember who he was, who my grandmother was and is. Off to Ancestry.com for me!