When our Daughter was married aboard the Katahdin in the middle of beautiful Moosehead Lake in Greenville, Maine - where they had both spent a lot of time in the course of their work as Wildlife Biologists - It was my privilege to pipe her down the isle - or more properly the deck - to "Wild Mountain Thyme" on my tin whistle.

Some time ago a kind 'Catter explained to me the mysterious computer code incantations requisite for posting a picture in here, but can't seem to find the formula at the moment... so give this a try:

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   For most of her childhood, and to this day, I fondly refer to our Daughter as "The Wylde One" - and for good reason.

   Now she and her little 2 1/2 year old Daughter, who shows every indication of being just as precocious, spontanious and "Wylde" as her Mom, bay at the full moon together when it rises on a clear night.

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