Bragging Time

 If you have been following my blog you will remember a picture of my daughter, Lynne, taken on her recent visit to me.  Click on the link to see the You Tube picture of her great-grandson shooting baskets.  He is already quite the little athlete and I am sure he will make the Varsity.

I had a lot of trouble posting the link. I do hope it works.   You can go to You Tube and ask for "Donny, the 2 Year Old Basketball Star."

http://youtu.be/CfynBt5FDFQ

I think a little background will explain where Donny's ability comes from. 


When Lynne was in High School she was a cheerleader and her boyfriend was the star jock.  His name was Bobby Burns and he excelled at every sport he tried.  After graduation Lynne and Bobby married against the advice of both sets of parents.  Bob had an athletic scholarship and we felt the kids should wait until he completed his education.  


Of course, youth have seldom listened to their parents and our advice fell on deaf ears.  In spite of our fears,  Bob did go on to complete his education and he became a teacher and a High School coach.  As this was happening, three little Burns arrived in short order.  In fact, the young couple made me a grandmother one month after my last child was born.  


The three Burns offspring were all athletes and between them had a room full of trophies.  The girl, Pam, was a swimming star and the boys, Dave and Mike were both football and basketball stars.  No matter what sport they played, they were always the top guns.  Dave is the father to Donny's mother.


I am afraid they didn't get their athletic prowess from me because I inherited a built in family when I married Lynne's father.  I am probably the world's worst athlete.  I trip over my own feet.  My talent was along musical lines.

Now my daughter and oldest grandchild are 50 years old. How did that happen?  I remember being mother's together and it couldn't have been more than five or ten years ago.  I am sure any elder will attest to this phenomena.  Nonetheless, I think I am entitled to a few grandmother bragging rights so indulge me.   I am not surprised that Donny is following in his mother's, grandfather's and great grandfather's footsteps.   It really runs in the family.


He is such a cute little guy.  I have never seen him, but, as they say, a picture is worth a thousand words and a moving picture must be worth a million.  I am so proud to be a great-great grandmother to a future Shaquille O'Neil.