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I'll see your dysfunctional family, and raise you my mum....:p🤣
Well you can't choose them can you? TBH I only have my Mum and Dad beside Mrs AFB. Once they are gone it will be a very small circle. But that's still more than Mrs AFB has left, so I suppose I shouldn't complain!
 
Well you can't choose them can you? TBH I only have my Mum and Dad beside Mrs AFB. Once they are gone it will be a very small circle. But that's still more than Mrs AFB has left, so I suppose I shouldn't complain!
OK, and the similarities abound - for me it’s me sister, & me mum - well, big sis has a family which I’ve barely seen these last 20+ years but I came from a microscopic family to begin with. The old man shuffled off the coil in the late 1990s.

Oddly (and this wasn’t planned), my wife’s dad died within months of my old man, and her mom was born just 13 days after my mum so we both had similar upbringings in that respect.

My MiL is slightly loopy, my mum just plain crazy. I pity my sister who has to look after my mum now who’s pretty much bedbound.
 
Clix Pix here from beautiful Northern Virginia, just eight miles from the Tysons Apple Store! :).

What to say about myself? Well, I've been around this planet for a long time, born in Western PA just before FDR died and a few months before WWII ended. Early childhood was spent in Ohio -- what IS it about Ohio and this gang?!! LOL! My family moved to a suburb of Chicago for about eight years, then returned to Ohio. I went to college in West Virginia -- "Mountain Momma" -- and then from there came to the Big City, Washington, DC, for graduate school at The Catholic University of America, where I got my MLS (Master of Library Science) land lo these many moons later am still here in this area!

I was born with a fairly rare syndrome, Treacher Collins Syndrome, which in my early childhood necessitated some plastic and reconstructive surgeries. I am bilaterally hearing-impaired with microtia and atresia and wear bilateral BAHAs (bone-anchored sound processors). I'm not profoundly deaf, but rather sort of straddle the fence between the Deaf and hearing communities, as my conductive hearing loss means that with proper amplification I can hear pretty much normally. Without the sound processors, though, my world is a lot quieter -- and at times that actually comes in rather handy!

Married for nearly 20 years until my husband died at the age of 53 of adenocarcinoma which originated in the mediastinum region. Since then I've been on my own. I'm retired from my career as a librarian but I can't stay away from libraries and books; the house is full of books and I also can be frequently found boosting the circulation statistics at the nearest branch of the public library system where I once worked.

I've been fascinated by photography since I received my first camera (Brownie Hawkeye) at age eight and have been taking photos ever since. During the pandemic and lockdown this was a real sanity-saver as I could at least still go out and take photos in the neighborhood or right from my deck. I live in a condominium complex on a small lake, which is a great setting for capturing a variety of subjects, including the local waterfowl and squirrels as well as the usual flowers and foliage. Those who have seen my images on other sites will remember Alfred, the Great Blue Heron who lives here at the lake, too, and who has from time to time served as one of my favorite subjects. No doubt he'll be showing up on here one of these days....

Librarians were among the early users of computers and information technology , and I was immediately fascinated by it all. I bought my first home computer in the early 90's and cut my teeth on DOS and later Windows..... Then in 2005 I made the switch to Apple and the Mac when I became increasingly frustrated with Windows. I immediately fell in love with my G5 rev B iMac and was surprised at how intuitive it was and how smooth the transition was from Windows to the PPC platform. Wasn't long before, while preparing for a trip, I decided to buy myself a PowerBook, too, reasoning that if I didn't want to use Windows at home any more, why would I want to use it when traveling? Eventually my two Windows machines left the household, having been ignored for well over a year and this became an all-Mac household, soon expanding to an all-Apple products as an iPod, the first iPhone, the first iPad, etc., all joined the family.

So that's a brief synopsis of me in a nutshell.....
So I'm currently living in rural Worcestershire, England. I've forgotten how old I am, but it must be quite old.
My first computer was a commodore Vic 20 (that should help with the age a bit!)
I'm a workaholic (although trying to get a grip on that), married for 24 years to Mrs AFB.
My hobbies include photography (when I can find the time and inspiration) and gardening.
But mostly I just hang around online in various forums as its easier than the real world.
Welcome, old friends!!
 
Believe it or not, Ohioans aren't even close to be the worst drivers in America...

Then I certainly don't want to be around the worst ones then if Buckeyes are even close. ;)
 
My name is Eric, yes, but a different Eric than the other one.

I was born and grew up in Germany, back when one would make the distinction between west and east, in a tiny village near Cologne.

During my education as a media designer I discovered my fascination for technology could be used to help others and show them how to make use of their stuff.

After a while I moved to Ireland and lived there for more than a decade. While there I worked for a fruit company from Cupertino, wrote the training curriculum and helped launching a mobile phone type device across Europe, the Middle East, Africa, India and some spots in Asia and North America.

While travelling these regions i ran into the lady who would become my wife and a few years back we moved to her home country, Canada.

I’ve been working for local companies and now am representing a small German software company here in NA. My main joys in life are my two kids, 4 years and 8 months old, heavy metal, drums and photography.
 
I've forgotten how old I am, but it must be quite old.
That is such a typically British thing to say. 😄 I swear, that could be a line right out of Winnie-the-Pooh.
Believe it or not, Ohioans aren't even close to be the worst drivers in America...
I was gonna mention Boston, but lizkat beat me to it.
 
That is such a typically British thing to say. 😄 I swear, that could be a line right out of Winnie-the-Pooh.

I was gonna mention Boston, but lizkat beat me to it.
I forget which comedian did a bit on why, whenever we Brit’s are asked “How are you” we invariably respond with “Could be better…”

I swear that I could win $10m on the lottery and if someone asked how I was, I’d STILL reply with “Well, you know, I’m still breathing, so that’s a start”…
 
  1. Well, happy belated birthday.
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  3. Well, happy belated birthday.
  4. Well, happy belated birthday.
  5. Well, happy belated birthday.
  6. Well, happy belated birthday.
Think that got ‘em all..
No such date.
 
Pretty sure I got past 30, although I hardly remember it myself.

I sure remember my 30th birthday. One of my erstwhile sweet but also rowdy younger brothers gifted me a cherrywood cane, and a gently used pair of women's tennis shoes he had got out of a dumpster, I think. Along with those came a note indicating he was sad to feel compelled to subscribe to the notion that you can't trust anyone over 30, and it had been a good run, and he wished me well.

What a rascal. I made sure to keep the cane and I thought to give it back to him when he turned 30. Of course by then my mind was gone so I forgot about it. I still have it now for whenever my body realizes a cane is a great gift for those who are distinctly not 30 any more.
 
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