How this particular Holstrom family began...
About 34 years ago, seems like yesterday, Kathy helped organize a reunion of students who attended an Orleans (France) high school. A friend of Don's father, who knew he'd spent a couple of years there, heard about it on the radio, and mentioned the event to Don's father. Pop told Don. Don called the radio station for the particulars. Don went. He remembers there being about 15 or 16 emminently available fellows (Don included) and just this one girl who had not come with a date or a husband: Kathy. She was three years younger, he didn't know her. She has said she knew Don. Kathy couldn't stop grinning. Some of these guys had come from other parts of the world (ineligible), or other parts of the country (ineligible), or married (ineligible), or had a boyfriend (ineligible), or had a girlfriend (somewhat ineligible). It was winnowing down to just a couple of the guys, with Don still in the running. He found out she preferred a certain liquor (white Creme de Menthe) not available at the party. He walked to another hotel and found some. Then they walked together. They talked...
Flash forward over three decades past a couple of failed businesses, many varied careers, two kids, many motorcycles and cars, three dogs, 8,000 record albums (still has them), 600 45's, 300 78's, 1,000 reel-to-reel 7 & 10-inch tapes (still has them), 600 cassettes (want some?), 8,000 CDs (too many), 800,000 MP3s (way too many, a number growing daily), a dozen homes, to now: Living in the 'burbs, owning a van & a hybrid & a motorcycle, watching both kids row on the Occoquan and the Potomac.
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crew Mom, crew Dad, crew kids...