We believe my grandpa just turned 85! Actually, it could be more or less anywhere between 80 and 90, and they celebrate it on Nov 11th because nobody wrote down when he was born, just remembered that there were lots of bells ringing that day and there were always bells ringing on Veterans Day. His sisters actually thought the doctor brought him in his little black doctor bag. On top of that, his name is Frank although my mom found him on an early census as Irving (turns out that his middle name) although he was originally named Philip. Now that makes family history searches easy! Regardless, we love him and are super glad to be continuing to celebrate his birthdays!
Meri loves him too! When giving him a kiss though I think the girls are always a little iffy about the moustache.
Jell does too of course, but spends most of her time at Berne family affairs with none other than Uncle Adam. By the way, at big celebrations like this one, it's tradition for all of the familys to present poems or songs dedicated to the one we are celebrating. My grandma did indeed read a poem that ended, "To my friend and lover, now let's go home and jump under the cover!"
And hardly related, but growing up everyone said I looked just like my dad. What do you think now? Oh, and that wine isn't mine. It was my aunt's - I was drinking a rather odd dry lavendar soda for the night. That's what happens when the alcoholic menu is long enough to be a novel while the non-alcoholic selection only appears on the kids' meal.