Thanks for the photos, Rachael
The flowers are pretty

Cottage protected from ice storm by magic karma circle.

Happy to be here ... Mike and I took flowers to the cemetery for remembrance.

Hi Josh and all,
This is a super way of communicating with everyone. Frank would be so proud. It was just great of you to toast him on March 27!!!
Aunt Jane and I just returned from Michigan where your cousin Amy was married to Kip Tyler on March 20, which just happened to be the first day of spring and Aunt Ruth (Waters) Turnipseed's birthdate!!!
We'll keep you all posted on happenings and memories here!!
Uncle Craig

Josh, this is brilliant. Thank you.
Some possible link additions: Shoesofgiants blog, library thing, your photos of 14th St.
Here's a toast from all of us to you Frank, on this 27th of March, 2009: CHEERS!

Welcome

Welcome to the Month of Sundays cafe. 

This blog is a place online where we can all meet up and trade stories about Frank (and Mary Ellen and Billie Jean and Donna Jean and Rex and Annie and me and Rachel and Cheri and Greg and Charlie and Karen and Betsy and Rex and Bill and Melissa and... well, you get the idea). 

There was a whole scene that found its center at the Leona in the summer and, for the rest of the year, on 14th Street. A year ago today, Frank missed the last home game at Al Lang Stadium, and we've been missing him ever since. Ever since he died, I've been missing not just Frank, but all of you as well.  That's why I'm founding the Month of Sundays cafe. To meet up with all of you, like a sideyard online.

The Leona and 14th Street will live on in their new reincarnations. In fact, to see what's happening on 14th Street, check out the blog.

(I can email you the address).

But we're all living on, too. So let's keep in touch. Let us all know what you're up to. And, of course, tell us your favorite old stories, too.

Oh, about the name. There was a conversation once about the sideyard on 14th Street being outside the normal bounds of time, like Sundays are. When you don't have to worry about work and everyday concerns. Sundays are kind of like holidays (in German: Feiertage, or celebration days).

Hope you like this idea, and that this first entry finds you all well.

Yours,

Josh