And then there are my families. . .the generations of McClures.
It begins here, with Ralph McClure and his family in Oregon. My father is the little guy in the middle front. I'm named for my uncle, Paul David, in the back row right.
This is dad some 15 years later, when
he married Alverta Andrews, our
mother.
Which is how the three of us siblings came
to be. My sister Pamela, my older brother Mac,
and me with the guitar on the right. Though the
truth is, I never could play the guitar.
Mac and me in Long Beach, CA, in 1953. I'm the short one.
A better shot of Mac. . .
Sister Pamela Diane. . .
And of course, me.
The Wild Bunch at age 50 plus.
Mac, who got me into both wine-
making and computers at an early
age and now lives the redneck life
in South Carolina. And sister Pam,
who became a nurse, animal lover
and resident of Waco, Texas.
My three kids, Ryan, Allison and Kevin.
That's about $5,000 worth of braces in
one picture.
The kids are a bit older now (but hey, who's not?)
Oldest son Ryan has worked in the transportation
industry for UPS, Delta Airlines and others, but
seems to have settled into a facilities management
career for a campus of Intel.
Kevin, my youngest son, spent a semester in Spain,
a summer in Ecuador, and graduated with honors
and a Phi Beta Kappa key from the University of
Richmond. He's off to grad school now in Maryland.
Allison has grown to be extraordinary. Recently hooded with her
doctorate in law from the University of Cincinnati, she and Chris Haedt were married this fall and took up residence in Columbus, OH --
she with a law firm, he as an architect.
And then there is the newest living
generation of McClures in my life. This is
Brendan Ryan, born 1999 to Ryan and
Bonnie McClure. Brendan lives with me,
helping to ensure that I am never bored.
Though often tired.
