Today was the Titus reunion, so Mom and I loaded up in the Honda and drove the 2.5 hours down to Bloomfield. I took some pictures, and they're under the cut.
The Brothers and sisters, missing a few, for various reasons
With Spouses (and Cousin Bill, whom is there cousin, I don't know what that makes him to me)
Mom and I, out of the three pictures, this was the only one where either she wasn't making a face or I wasn't making a face...kinda
After the reunion mom drove me around Bloomfield to show my the houses she lived in, only when we were out of town did she think about going to to graveyard, but as we were on 45 by then she decided to skip it.
The house my mom lived in was destroyed, but she remembered the fence and the celler they'd play around.
Part of the house they moved into
Surprises of surprises, this was the house I was born in (Curry Court, off Curry Pike in Bloomington)
CURSES! My blackberry is going off like a nut. Stupid boss, stupid him working at NINE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT ON A SUNDAY, I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW