Where all the crazy comes from

Last Friday evening everyone in my extended family gathered at a church pavilion in Draper, Utah to celebrate the June and July birthdays, all eight of them, mine and Jon’s included. This is my Granny Boone, my mother’s mother, holding Marlo, and yesterday she turned eighty-six. This woman had ten kids, one who died when she was five months old, Leta Kay, and that’s who Leta is named for. The rest of the kids, all my aunts and uncles, well, they’re all a little nuts, even more nuts than I am. So we can safely blame her, right?