Terry Slotemaker's daughter Janelle, the oldest daughter of the
oldest son of the second oldest son of the oldest son of the
original American Slotemaker. Janelle is the only cousin from
another branch of the family that I've met before. I took her back
to school in Portland once, about 12 years ago, and we went to Mt.
St. Helens around the same time. Janelle did not remember me driving
her to Portland. She did remember going to Mt. St. Helens. I forgot
to ask her if she remembered coming to a birthday party at my house.
That was the first time I met Janelle. The first thing she said to
me was 'Why aren't you tall?' I think I told her I was malnourished
during my growing years. Now that I've seen all the stretched out
people in her branch of the family I understand why she thought I
was height challenged. I knew Janelle was now married and a mother
and I figured I wouldn't recognize her because it was likely she'd
grown large after child-bearing, a syndrome I'd seen often. But
Janelle is even more of a beauty than I remembered from years
ago.
Neil named these photos with some pretty funny labels. This one
was the funniest. He called this 'mob boss and guard'. Due to an
agreement with the mob boss I can't identify her, but that is my
cousin Jeff Slotemaker guarding her.
Little Mooch and Big Mooch. Also known as Danny and Gerald. I
don't believe I've ever heard Mooch called Gerald.
Another funny Neil name for this photo. Neil called this photo
'Neil Young'. It is my cousin Scott Barry, the oldest son of
the oldest daughter of the oldest son of the oldest son of the
original American Slotemaker.
I think Neil labeled this one 'who's the boss?'.
The only one I can identify here is the one taking up most of the
photo, my sister Nancy, oldest daughter of the oldest son of the
oldest son of the oldest son of the original American Slotemaker and
big sister to the oldest son of the oldest son of the oldest son of
the oldest son of the original American Slotemaker.
My sister Jackie asked me to Klompen Dance. I said no. My Aunt
Jane asked me to Klompen Dance and I said yes. Jane was much more persuasive.
More Klompeners. I think that is my brother-in-law Jack Weston in
brown.
That's my Aunt Jane, first wife of my Uncle Mooch and her
distraught dance partner.
Exhausted by the high speed Klompen, Jane and her dance partner
slink off to the sidelines.