The Carneys bought our house in 1957, before their 10th child was born. Mr. Carney passed away in 1987 and Gretchen Carney lived here until she passed away in 2007 at age 87. The kids ages ranged enough years that I think only 8 kids lived in our house at any one time.
The Carney family children asked to visit our house a couple months ago and we finally arranged a date for today. They had 13 children, 8 girls and 5 boys — no twins or triplets, and most of them and/or their spouses and some grandkids, 24 in all, visited today to see how their home had changed.
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Steve, Renuka and kids, Owen and Claire, came over and Eric and Sandi, who are staying with us for a few days, had Christmas Eve dinner with us. Both Gay and I came down with terrible colds this morning but egg nog got us through.
Eva turned 3, or, as she says, “fee”.
We had the kids each do a secret vote on the names and, along with our votes, the most popular names were “Tank”‘, “Bam Bam” and “Barley”. We asked Lee and Mark, who are visiting us this week from London, and they both liked Barley best. So Barley it is.
Coincidentally, Mark thought of a name during the night and suggested to me this morning that we name it “Barkley” — technically, “Berkeley” after Berkeley Square (oddly pronounced “Barkley Square”) in London but I prefer to spell words like they sound. I liked it because Barclay Perkins is the name of an 18th Century English brewer and because of “bark”, but it also reminded me of Charles Barkley.
It’s been 3 years, almost to the day, since Illy died so a new dog is long overdue.
Our English Bulldog puppy arrived today at the airport via United Airlines PetSafe delivery. Gay and I went to pick him up and took him straight to the vet for an initial checkup.
He’s exactly 9 weeks old today, weighs 8lbs 11oz, is in good health and is, as yet, unnamed. We have a list of names (that mostly) the kids came up with that are acceptable to us but no final decision yet. I refuse to yell in public to a dog named “Sofa”, “Sandwich”, “Bowling Pin”, etc.
I’m not a fan of the English tradition of in-breeding (*cough* British Royal Family *cough*), but I do want a Bulldog and we waited too long for a Bulldog mutt, so I acquiesced. I hope we can potty-train him faster than we did the kids.