From 1978 through 1990 we lived on a very family friendly street.
Lots of families and kids all about the same ages. Mostly boys.
Lots of great memories
One of these families, below in 1981
Patty (the mom in the above picture) passed from this life last Wednesday while on a business trip with PG&E. The cause is still pending but last I heard they think it was a heart attack. She was 54.
Just before becoming pregnant with her 3rd child, Patty asked me one day,
"Do you think all the boys born in this neighborhood could have something to do with all the airplanes going over our houses?"
Our street was right in the air flight path, and we did hear airplanes going over every single day.
I remember responding with something like, "Uh... no... I don't think the airplanes have anything to do with it." But then she did get me to wonder. After all, I still remember this conversation 25 years later.
She gave birth to her 3rd son less than a year later.
She really wanted a girl. She wanted to name her Sally. But it was obvious she adored her baby Daniel, as she did her older 2 sons, Mark and Scotty.
And then one day she said to me, "You know what Jill? I have this all figured out. Our sons are all going to grow up and want sons, but they will have daughters. Just you wait, you and I will have lots of granddaughters!"
Turns out she was right. I learned at her funeral service yesterday that all of her grandchildren are girls. She had 5 granddaughters.
Taylor, Brianna, Hayden, Katelyn, and Emily (who is due to be born in 3 weeks)
Baby McKay with the neighborhood Cabbage Patch dolls