Cooper and Katie love to hear stories about Steve or me from when we were young. (They can each tell the tales of Steve falling off a swing in sixth grade and me hitting my head after jumping on the bed when I was 4 with precise detail.)
While we were celebrating Uncle Jim's birthday this weekend, Katie asked to hear a story. Betty had an even better idea -- photos to help tell stories. She pulled out a treasure box filled with photos, notes and slides, representing decades of Damm history.
The box included this photo, taken in 1995 or 1996.