Happy Holidays from The Hinton Family

With Jackie and Abigail working full-time, Eliza off at the university and Nathan busily completing his senior year of high school, we found it impossible to get together for a holiday picture. This picture from our photo archive shows that 2011 wasn’t the first time that posing for a holiday portrait has been an issue for our family.

We hope all is well with you and yours. Have a joyous holiday and a healthy 2012.

 The Hinton Family

(Note about the photo:

I'm not really sure if this photo is from 1996 or 1997, but it is definitely from before the turn of the century. (That seems so strange to put it in those terms.)

And for the life of me, I don't recall what was actually occurring at the time this picture was snapped. Obviously someone is happy and someone is sad, and I'm not really what sure what emotion is hidden behind the hands of the third child.


Maybe E. was upset with the outfit she was wearing. As a child, she was so fussy about her clothes, often changing two or three times a day whenever things got the least bit dirty.


N. has always been a good-natured  fellow. At the time that this photo was taken

he seems to have recovered from the respiratory problems that plagued him as an infant. He had a pleasant nature even when his breathing was impaired. He was on all sorts treatments (inhaled steroids, nebulizers etc etc.) We took him to all kinds of local specialists before we ended up at the Yale University pediatric ward. While there the medical staff was often commenting about his smile and how happy he seemed. I began to think that his demeanor was working against us and was seriously considering pinching his foot so that he would show some signs of distress. We spent two days and one night there but they could not find a cause. There was talk of exploratory surgery, but that idea was nixed when the anesthesiologist refused to put him under because of his impaired breathing.
In the end, we took him to a homeopathic doctor who removed him from all the conventional treatments, and low and behold, his chest cleared up.


As the typical big sister, A. probably was embarrassed by the whole scene and was trying distance herself from the commotion.)