THERE'S NO TWO WAYS ABOUT IT

It's in the genes.

 It has to be.

       Neither my older brother nor I fell far from the ELB III tree.

                           

WARMS MY HEART

    Understandably, a project such as this restoration is not for most people.  The fact that I began blogging the journey is due to my niece and my son telling me how easy it is to do. Had you asked me 2 years ago what I thought about blogs in general I would have poo-pooed them, but today I sing another tune.  Much of my family is out of town and cannot see our project first hand on any regular basis so they keep up via my blog entries. 


    A pleasant bonus of journaling the restoration has been all the lovely and encouraging comments I have received from several of my readers.  Particularly special are the comments liking me to my paternal grandfather who passed away 22 years ago.  You see, while I always adored my grandfather, I never saw that we had a single thing in common.


"You are so your grandfather."


Your Grandfather's "favorite pastime in Richmond was going to Caravati's.  Mr. Caravati was living at the time."


Warms my heart.

I miss you Granddaddy!