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This is one of my favorite photos from Ecuador. I spent last semester there and I talk about it too much.

Everyone please welcome my sister-in-law, Beth, to Tumblr. Hopefully we’ll see more cool photos and linkage from her soon! Click on the photo to go to her blog.

My mom gave this to me today for my matchbook collection — it was a commemorative matchbook from my grandparents’ wedding in 1950. How cool is this?

Months ago I posted this picture of my paternal grandfather. Today I bring you my mother’s father — Henry “Bud” Meitz. Grandpa Bud died when I was 5 or 6, but I can remember him in poses like this — when they snowplowed down the quiet street in front of his house, he’d get his binoculars and a glass of scotch.

The chicken pitcher is somewhat of a tradition in the Welfle household. My parents break it out only at holidays, and we put our water in it. It was a source of endless amusement when I was a child, because 1) I could make puking sounds when it was poured, and b) it grossed out my little sister.

This is the video we put together for Katie’s sister who is in Ecuador until December. Can you tell we didn’t spend a whole lot of time on it?

Ahh, Thanksgiving. A time of family togetherness. That means I get to hang out with my classy sisters.

This photo of my grandfather is iconic. In my memory, he always looks like this, in his straw hat, shorts, and dark socks. He was usually found grilling in the driveway behind his house, tinkering with his car, or taking a nap in the living room, snoozing loudly in a green recliner that now sits in my living room.

He died when I was 10 or 11, but this picture helps me remember him.