Generations of generations

Here's a happy holler to living lineages and daring descendents desisting death. (Allliteration, allelujah!) We took some pictures of generations of Daltons and Kungs.

The Daltons: Evie with her daddy Tim, her grandpa Ray, and Mema (Great-grandma). In Mema's yard in East Tennessee, where Ray grew up and Tim spent summers and where one day very soon, Evie will soon be running around terrorizing squirrels. Mema is all for terrorizing squirrels. "Go Evie, chase the squirrels, save the birds!"

"I love you Daddy!" says the little baby girl who looks just like her father.


The Kungs: Evie, with her mommy Doris, her cousin Andrea, her GungGung Peter (grandpa), her TaiTai Laura (Great-Grandma) and Great-Grandpa Wilson. I forgot to ask what the Chinese is for Great-grandpa. After suffering three debilitating strokes, his health has deteroriated greatly and is now cared for day and night by a home health worker and my grandmother. The most beautiful thing about my grandmother is that she loves her husband so much, she does more than she is able to feed my grandfather at every meal. He receives his food through a tube, and she holds the tube upright, waiting for the liquid to drain down. Grandmother doesn't have the strength to hold the tube upright the entire time so the home health worker supports her hand; she never puts the tube down or takes a break from feeding him. A very beautiful expression of enduring love--sometimes even the smallest thing is all it takes.

Evangeline, may you know Love that endures through generations and continues to give even when our strength begins to fail us.