A memoir of Grace “Slick” Joplin

Chapter 7.4 Intruder

Music


This fall was one of the rainiest I can remember. Rain was pouring down almost every day.

Jasmin was now old enough to sit on the pot, crawl around on her own and slowly started to say her first words, to my frustration Dad a little while before Mum.

http://i.imgur.com/ZDpcPuX.jpg

Rahan was almost 19 years when he left us, so hardly a surprise he had to go. That did not change the fact that is was a great sorrow for all of us.


http://i.imgur.com/GgqeluS.jpg

We laid him to rest outside mother and father’s home.

http://i.imgur.com/yzq44JW.jpg

Farther continued to do some charity painting over at David’s Café, donating 1000’s of $ to children in need and homeless people.

http://i.imgur.com/gT8RPE6.jpg

His more “serious artworks” that he made at home was also selling very well this season, with especially a painting titled “In A Glass House” reaching his all-time highest action price.

http://i.imgur.com/zssPGy2.jpg

Oddi rarely used the doghouse so we decided to tear it down. In coalition with Daddy, Gregg build a stone wall and installed an outdoor jacuzzi for both family’s to use, at the same time replacing the slide with a new, the old was a rusty and useless.

http://i.imgur.com/SI8Vdg7.jpg

Indoors it was mainly me repairing whatever was broken, still remembered the skill’s I got working in the fire department.

http://i.imgur.com/tEzr1M7.jpg

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The last pictures we took, before he passed away

http://i.imgur.com/FCBZtOg.jpg