My father's family, the Scanlons, are intelligent and passionate people. There were a few disagreements in the older generation when I was growing up and we lived in a different town, and I ended up not seeing my cousins in Jackson, Mississippi, as much as I could have.
Well, I suppose I sort of ran away from my family and moved to England for about twenty years. Now my parents are dead, and my cousins are all grown up. I went back to see them a few weeks ago and had a wonderful time.
Here are a bunch of Scanlons on a staircase:
Then it occurred to me that I'm not on the greatest terms with my own brothers and don't have warm-hearted dinners with them either.
So I must be judging my parents too harshly. I think I'll just appreciate any family times I have now with my Scanlon relatives in Jackson and stop looking back in time wishing things had been different.