Gettysburg Family

Uncle Michael's Secret Post #3

This is who it's really all about: my friend for life, Greeley.


Ever since Fuzzy died, she's been a bit obsessed with death. One day she asked me: "Uncle Michael, can you dig a hole in the yard for when I die?" Here I tried to prompt her to tell me a tale about Fuzzy. Apparently she's not so good at crossing fiction and non-fiction.




In that video, we were at Storytime (the home version). She was the teacher (hence the chair) and I was the kid (hence the low angle - I'm sitting on the floor). In the following video (from the next day), we are going to Storytime again. (The clicking you hear is me texting.)




Swinging!




On a family walk, she was behind and I waved for her to catch up.




She played a little game with her rabbit (whom she had earlier referred to as her "husband"). I was a little taken aback with the vehemence of her victory.




This is her talking about her water bottle. I shot it to record the way she says the word "funky," which she says at the end, facing away from the camera. I often miss the best stuff.