Over the course of our month in Chocorua, several Bethels came to see Gwen Wren. Rob and Julie--now Uncle Rob and Aunt Julie--came up from Carlisle (~Boston) to meet The Wren.
Gwendolyn took an immediate liking to Aunt Julie.
Uncle Rob displayed superlative avuncular skills, particularly in the categories of singing goofy improvised songs and coining goofy improvised nicknames.
Grandpa Bethel also came for a last look at his granddaughter before she joins the jet set. It's still a little weird to call my dad "Grandpa Bethel," because to me, that person is MY grandfather, my dad's dad. But he carries the title, and the role, very well. Though I'm sure he is really looking forward to the time when Wren is old enough to go fishing.
I dragged Rob and my dad out into the rain for a walk. I got the umbrella--to protect Gwendolyn of course. :-) Ah, they are such good sports! Hey guys--perhaps our next walk could be to a Bavarian monastery, for beer and sausages?
Gwendolyn took an immediate liking to Aunt Julie.
Uncle Rob displayed superlative avuncular skills, particularly in the categories of singing goofy improvised songs and coining goofy improvised nicknames.
Grandpa Bethel also came for a last look at his granddaughter before she joins the jet set. It's still a little weird to call my dad "Grandpa Bethel," because to me, that person is MY grandfather, my dad's dad. But he carries the title, and the role, very well. Though I'm sure he is really looking forward to the time when Wren is old enough to go fishing.
I dragged Rob and my dad out into the rain for a walk. I got the umbrella--to protect Gwendolyn of course. :-) Ah, they are such good sports! Hey guys--perhaps our next walk could be to a Bavarian monastery, for beer and sausages?
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