Dad's highschool graduation in 1937. He's the handsome guy on the left.

Dad in uniform in front of his barracks at Camp Stoneman, Pittsburg, CA, 1942

Dad and his buddies celebrating V-E Day in Italy. Dad is on the left and Wayne Lovejoy is next to him holding a newspaper with banner headlines reading "Nazi Armies In Italy Surrender!"

Dad in Italy.

Dad in front of a huge marble sphere in Italy.

Dad and army buddy in Italy.

This is where it all started for me. Yep, that's me in my mom's belly.

Mom, looking sexy after giving birth to me.

Mom says my hair was so light colored when I was born that she would tape pink ribbons on my head so the nurses and visitors would know I was a girl.

Mom and dad with Lynn in Lafayette.

Grandma Hanberry taking family pictures on her visit to Lafayette California.

Grandma Mary, dad's mother.

These old photos are my only link to grandparents on both sides of the family. Unfortunately, they all passed away before or soon after I was born. Always envied other kids for having grandparents to bond with and told them how lucky they were and hoped they didn't take it for granted.

Dad enjoying one of his most favorite pasttimes, fishing.

Dad and Lynn on Richmond fairy boat as Richmond-San Rafael bridge is being built.

Chrismas was always a favorite time for us kids. Mom went all out to decorate the place and dad found time to spend with us.

As we got older we'd search the house for the stash of presents. Once found, we'd slyly peel off the tape, unwrap packages and peek inside before rewrapping and taping everything up again. Mom became wise to this and one year put lava rocks in wrapped boxes. Of course, my brother instantly figured out what it was by the sound it made when jiggled. Another year, I remember one of my brother's presents being wrapped in a dozen nested boxes of varying sizes, each one individually wrapped. His present went from a box of several feet to a box for a wrist watch. Now that was a hilarious holiday!

Dad's picnic lunch.

Dad and his buddy the clown.

Dad has a wry sense of humor that makes him very pleasant and comfortable with meeting people. I think my brother gets his humor from my dad.

Another example of my dad's humor. Dad and Uncle Jack trade hats while Stu fishes up at a lake in the Sierras near Arnold.

Dad, accountant for Diable Valley Country Club at the base of Mt. Diablo.

The beginning. Oakvue Court in Pleasant Hill. Our family was one of the original buyers in the development. We grew up there and the place holds

lots of memories. You wouldn't recognize it today. It isn't anything like the photo. It's more like a suburban forest with all the trees and most of the houses have been remodeled and expanded.

Our first house on Pickwick Drive in Concord, CA. It looked quite different after my mom got through landscaping it.

I still remember the flowering fruit trees she planted so they'd bloom on our birthdays. We lived here until I was 5 then we moved to Pleasant Hill.

Grandma and Grandpa Hanberry in Hanover, Mass.

Grandma Hanberry and Uncle Donald visiting the Hanberry family plots and grandpa's grave in Rocklin, Mass.

My dad and his brothers and sister.

Donald, Margaret, Bill, dad and Joe. Dad is the one making funny faces at the camera. My brother makes similar faces at the camera at times.

Donald Hanberry, one of dad's brothers.

Billy, Joanne's son Jamie and my dad.

Uncle Joe

My uncle Joe was a very handsome and genuinely nice guy. He had the bluest eyes you've ever seen on a human. Looking into his eyes used to just mezmerize me. He and my dad taught me how to play Cribbage. Joe was quite a math wiz.

The bingo champs, Joe, Margaret and dad.

Aunt Margaret often has this mischievious look of merriment on her face. I think I get some of my evilness from her.

Smooching my favorite uncle.

Fortunately, I got the chance for this visit. Soon after, my cribbage buddy passed away.

Dad and Aunt Margaret

Recent photo of dad with his sister.

Maryann Dill (my cousin) and her father, Bob. Margaret's husband and daughter.

My brother, Stuart. Isn't he a cutie?

Stu, sporting his Pleasant Hill Swim Team t-shirt. Both he and I were avid swimmers and did well in the ribbons and trophies category.

My handsome brother in one of his many school photos.

Stu and PooFoo, the dog. Not to be mistaken for PooFoo, the rooster. Stuart was expert at talking to the animals and training all our pets to do odd tricks.

My brother and dad contemplate the fine art of Saab auto mechanics.

Stu and his best friend Hans holding our childhood cats, Cleopatra and Buffy.

Stu recently reconnected with his high school buddy via a high school reunion website after 25 years and they are corresponding again.

Stu and Cleopatra.

Lynn and Stu visiting mom with Stu's dog, Bosley.

Stu and his mistress, Heidi.

I swear that bird has a human sized crush on my brother. The feeling used to be mutual until Heidi started getting obnoxiously loud with her nagging for attention.

Another photo of my handsome bro.

Stuart. jack of all trades and highly intelligent. His sense of humor and quick wit rivals that of Robin Williams.

Stu and Linda's wedding August, 1987.

Linda's mom and dad, the wedding couple and our mom and dad. (Picture taken from video tape on TV, sorry for poor quality.) I keep asking them for more photos. Maybe I'll get some for their 20th wedding anniversary! ;)

Stu's best buddy and wife, Linda.

15 years together and going strong.

Andreas Santiego Primrose arrived in the world on April 10, 2005.

Mama Samantha introduces big brother Angelo to Andreas.

Angelo proudly shows off his new little brother, Andreas.

Nana Linda on her first date with new grandson born April 10, 2005.

Nana Linda beaming with happiness in her new home in Florida now that she's surrounded by her children and grandchildren.

Ellen and Carl, our second family and next door neighbors.

I think we sometimes spent more time at their house then our own. Our families were famous for the neighborhood water fights. Carl would come home and park his bachoe and truck in his side yard. My mom would stand out in our back yard with a hose waiting for the truck cab to go by and blast him. I remember Carl grabbing the hose from her one time and chasing her into the house with hose blasting away.

Ellen is very warm hearted and the best Itallian cook I've ever had the pleasure to learn from.

Ellen and Carl Enz and their two daughters were our next door neighbors and very close family friends.

Lydia Enz. She was the first kid I was ever allowed to babysit. Her parents entrusted me with her when she was a tiny infant. She's grown into

quite a fine young lady.

Leslie Enz, always has a smile and has a big heart.

Mom in her office posing in front of her favorite abstract painting.

Mom inspecting the landscaping Stuart did at his new house.

Mom's friend, Asherman took this picture after her eye surgery today. First time I've ever seen her with grey hair. Love the color.

Mom and her new puppy, Madison getting comfy in her new home in New Mexico after retirement.

Mom and a grown up Maddy fresh from the dog groomer.

Mom and her buddy Madison.

Mom's house in Albuquerque, NM.

Kitchen and living room at mom's Albuquerque home.

Mom's father, Anson.

Aunt Luella Doering's parents (Trumley).

Aunt Luella's parents, my great grandparents, Addie and husband.

Aunt Luella's grand parents, Henry and wife.

Aunt Luella's Grandpa Henry Trumley

There's an interesting story about Grandpa Henry elsewhere in my website.

Aunt Luella as a young woman.

Aunt Luella Doering

Luella Doering in Oceanside.

Aunt Luella's sister, Thelma.

My mom, Luella and Thelma's daughter, Margaret.

Uncle Jack's store

Note written on back of photo:

Doering & Dyer "Quality Chain Stores"

Corner of Alston Way and McGee Avenue in Oakland, California.

1. Our half of the house

2. Dad's room

3. Our cubbyhole

A garage is beneath our front room. Our washroom is also in the basement, which is on the level of the yard. We are standing in front of the grocery part. Mr. Brand's meat market has one side of the store and is not a part of Doering & Dyer. There are many of these unusual postscripts in Oakland.