Hal O'Brien

This weekend (Jan 16-19) akirlu and I went on a road trip to just outside Reno, to visit my cousin Jarda.

Jarda's my father's sister's daughter, and this was the first time I'd seen anyone on my father's side of the family for about 30 years (circa 7th-8th grade).

Some may recall how this picture was one of the few extant of my dad.

Today, thanks to Jarda's kind generosity, that's no longer true.

From right to left, in this picture we have y'r humb'l narrator, my mom, my grandma Doris (mom's mom), and my dad.

Let's say I'm five in this picture. That would make this 1968. Mom and dad are both graduating with their BAs, mom from Radcliffe, dad from Harvard.

Dad is wearing a blue master's cape because he'd received an MA in Education earlier that week from Suffolk University. They'd let him in on the assumption Harvard would eventually give him his degree, and the timing worked out that their graduation was first.

More to come.