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Originally Posted by Francesca Knowles
I'm trying to picture that on your Coat of Arms!
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My gram-pa would spin in his grave! I am told that he put a good deal of money into the whole genealogy thing when I was young. Back then there was no ancestry.com. I remember the coat of arms every where. My dad even put it on the sail of the boat we lived on for a couple of years.
I don't think my grandfather ever forgave me for playing on the dock during a family gathering, while everyone else was inside. I was specificity told, by him, not to play on the dock. I tripped on the wire that held the two legs of the dock together and as best as I can figure bashed my head on the rocky bottom of the lake. If one of my uncles had not been looking out at the time, then I probably would not have been pulled out, unconscious, from the bottom. I have a nice scar which is being slowly being reviled by a receding hair line. After that, I got the impression that he did not care much for my company. I could not have been older then 9.
Partially, I identify with the logo as a sort of apology to my grandfather.
Oh my, Google maps is scary. I just went looking at my dad's cottage. In satellite view. Because I know what I am looking at, I can make out the dock that I just described. Sometimes I think this is cool, sometimes it scares me.