The surprises here were the Finnish 3.0% and small percentage of Yakut! The Saami of Northern Scandinavia and Finland, into Russia and the Yakut are thought to be the original shamans. Fits for me.

Jesse and Milly, Kodiak, Alaska. According to Milly they did a lot of camping and hunting while on Kodiak, Island. 1948.

Back of this photo says: "Dale and Milly at our home." Pre-marriage? Kodiak? Washington?

Jesse, min Far, was overseas when I was born, on the USS Chikaskia. This was the cable sent to him announcing my birth.

Moi at about 3 months. Still living in Bremerton, Wa.

Zoe. Such a serious face. About 3 years old?

Slightly damaged picture of me as a little one. I remember Jesse telling me that I looked like his sisters, particularly Aunt Vera. Or maybe I reminded him of Vera.

Don't know how old here: a year?

Stanley on the farm!

Stan and I at the farm in Silvana. Behind us is my dog, Fritzi. We lived in Washington from approximately 1948 to 1953. We had a home in Edmonds, Wa.

Moi with Francis at their farm.

Jesse and Milly, May 1948, Kodiak, Ak.

Min Mor and mig, me at 11 days old. Below you can see what Milly wrote on the back to send to my Dad.

This is the back of the picture above: "This is horrible of me - look at bags under my eyes. But you can see how fat a 'double chin' she has - isn't she a dear? And oh, that ear - see - like mine." November 1, 1948, 11 days.

Moi about 3 months. Bremerton, Wa.

This is the back of the picture to the right. I cannot read it well but like that it is in my Mom's handwriting. The first line says: "This is terrible." Hmmm.

Moi posed and not too spontaneous! 2 or 3 years old?

Stan with Fritzi. He looks about 2?

Volunteer Park in Seattle, Wa. Milly, Moi, Grandma Ruth and Stan. This was the only time Ruth, Jesse's Mom visited us before we moved to Southern California. I have no idea how my Dad and his Mom got along.

Again, Volunteer Park in Seattle with Jesse, Moi and Stan.

Grandma Ruth, Grandma Brundell and Stan on a trip to Mount Rainier, early 1950's.

I imagine this was taken in Tijuana, Mexico on a trip there?

Stan and Lynn - cowboys. Long Beach, Ca.

Arrival at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, summer 1956? We took a prop seaplane from the Presidio in San Francisco, overnight to Hawaii. I got air sick and threw up over myself. My Mom was upset because we were all dressed up and I must have had other clothes or the stewardesses watched my clothes off? Not sure.

Summer of 1956, Stan's birthday in August of that year right after we arrived in Hawaii. Our first housing was a quonset hut! All military families, of course.

Here we are: moi, Stan and Lynn probably at a party or luau.

Grandma Brundell, Moi, Stan and Lynn in Tijuana, Mexico. This was taken when we were living in Long Beach, Ca. Grandma came from Seattle to visit us.

Stan and friend, Long Beach, Ca housing.

Easter Sunday, 1954 or 1955? Milly always dressed us up.

Although damaged I like this picture of moi, Jesse and baby Stan.

Stan was very shy as a little boy and when we first got to Hawaii, after an excruciatingly long plane ride, he did not want a lei placed around his neck. So he hid and finally was coaxed out. Here he is. Sweet little guy.

Here are Stan and I and new friends in front of the quonset hut. My first day of school, second grade in 1956, I walked to the bus stop by myself. The older kids began to tease the 'new kid', telling me that if a praying mantis landed on me, it would never come off. Well I was terrified of flying bugs - which Hawaii has in abundance - and ran back to the quonset hut crying. My Mom, without a car, asked a neighbor to drive me to school. Quite a beginning. We had to be pretty tough as we moved every year to new houses and schools for several years.

Mom, Dad and I had matching prints: dark brown with pink flowers. Looks like it was taken in front of one of the canals in Honolulu. Lynn does not want his picture taken and it looks like Jesse is trying to persuade him. I don't remember my Dad ever being mean to any of us. His way seemed to be to use humor and a light-heartedness about everything.

Our second hear in Hawaii, on the Big Island. We lived in Haleakala National Park, close to the Volcano House and the crater. There were steam cracks outside our yard and we lost at least one kitten who fell into a crack. My Mom did not work this year, my Dad ran the R & R dining room and Stan and I went to school in Hilo. All the kids from Kiluea Military Camp and the park rode a huge school bus about 30 miles into Hilo. The bus would drop all of us off at our different schools. There were several Hawaiian kids on the bus whose parents worked for the park service.

Picnic with friends in Hawaii. Don't know them or the little girl.

I am pretty sure this was taken in Hawaii our last year there, 1958.

At the farm in Silvana with puppies. Milly has one of her mumu's from Hawaii on. We had just returned, summer 1958.

This was Labor Day 1958 at the Waggoner Family Reunion in Southern Illinois. This was the first time we had been around Jesse's family - which was huge. I had tons of cousins I did not know. I remember my outfit.

'Little' Carl Waggoner, son of Aunt Bea and Uncle Carl. Stan and Lynn. They were quite a trio! That's our car, 1957 Chevy.

Our reunion at the farm after returning from Hawaii. From top left: Francis and Lillian, Ed, Lillian's oldest son, Elmer, Don, Lillian second son, Sylvia, Milly, Grandma Brundell and moi. A little neighbor boy, Stan, Lynn, and Melvin, Lillian's third son. I remember being very happy with this group of people and always happy to get back to the farm. I considered the farm my true home as we moved and wandered from place to place as Navy 'brats'.

Stan and Lynn north of Waukegan, Illinois. This was after Milly and Jesse had split up. See my dog Koko at the bottom! These were pretty lonely times for my brothers and I as Milly worked a lot and was gone quite a bit.

I think this was sixth grade in Waukegan, Ill. I had a good teacher although my home life was pretty bleak. I believe I have always been a child of 'hope' and that is what I see.

Lynn, Milly and Stan all dressed up: 1957, '58 or '59.

At a Waggoner Family Reunion, in the 1990's: a cousin, daughter of Aunt Jenny and Aunt Bertie.

Milly and I in the early 2000's, in Arlington, Wa.

This was taken before I left for the Peace Corps in 1998: from the left: Dory holding Hannah, Carol, Brenna, Nolan, Stan, Milly, Moi and David.

My ticket for my flight to Cuba. We flew out of Cancun and heard that there might be U.S. Agents there asking questions about why we were going to Cuba, etc.

2001 just after two weeks in Cuba with my Peace Corps friend Davida. It was illegal to travel to Cuba, but we went anyway. We had met several lovely Cuban people during our time in Belize with the Peace Corps and had names and numbers of places to stay as we moved through Cuba. We stayed away from the tourist spots which helped us see Cuba as it really was at that time, but also made travel more difficult as it was hard to find stores with supplies, fruit, food. Luckily we knew to take crackers and peanut butter - backpacker staples - so we did not starve. But in general I really felt the Cubans were suffering.

And here is our purchase of tourist cards July 18 2001. Glad I kept these small momentos. The Cuban officials would not stamp our US passport but rather gave us a paper visa which they took back when we got back to Cancun, Mexico.