…but in the best possible sense. I am on vacation at my brother and sister-in-law’s house in San Antonio and found these today. I especially like the one below, because my brother Adrian (the one with the vinyl SAS bag which would be so hip today) has such a big smile on his face. See they got us into cameras at an early age as is evidenced by my eldest brother Virgil wearing one.
My mother was a saint in the protestant sense, perhaps a saint in the Catholic sense (she was incredibly charitable, though I don’t think she performed any real miracles), but definitely a saint in the proverbial sense, not the least reason being because she travelled numerous times from Pakistan to America and back with three little boys (my father needed to stay in Pakistan for his work).
The Dassler Effect 
Some people may consider transatlantic travel with three boys a small miracle, or a large miracle depending on how well behaved the boys were! Those are great pictures, thanks for sharing.
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These Pictures are true treasure. Wow. As Claire said, thanks for sharing!
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You are very welcome, Claire and Heidi. Yeah, those trips must have been something for her a 747 is a big place and I remembere running all around it, back when you could do that sort of thing.
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