Aria has just had a birthday (her fifth) and we were getting together at Granny Becky and Granny Karen's house. Festivities included a paddling pool and a hose- and some of us got very wet. Karen had made a fabulous fish soup.
Becky has been researching her family history. Oral tradition says there's a Cherokee woman somewhere down the line but DNA testing couldn't find her. Written records show a great-great-somebody who was an Allen and almost certainly a Quaker- which raises the ghost of a possibility that Becky and I are distant cousins. Another bunch of ancestors (Cartwrights I think) are recorded as having pioneered down the Ohio river on flatboats in the 1780s, losing two members of their party in an altercation with the locals (probably Shawnees) near Bear Creek Falls, Kentucky.