My sisters, brothers-in-law, two of my nieces and I were sitting around the table after we finished lunch at my sister’s house in their small town in Mississippi. I was enjoying my second glass of sweet tea and the conversation that I would remember and miss when I returned home to Oregon. As I’ve shared with you before, I’m the youngest of four daughters…born when my parents were forty-one years old. My parents bought a farm in the small village of Rena Lara, Mississippi, in 1935. I’ve always thought that I lived on that farm. I’ve heard the stories (I …
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Sweet moment in time…
I remember the day this picture was taken…just like it was yesterday. Actually it was late June, twelve years ago. Our family had rented a large oceanfront house in the village of Duck, North Carolina, on the Outer Banks. The house was perfect with an almost floor to ceiling bank of windows and a spectacular view of the Atlantic Ocean. We were all there – Bill and I, our older son and his new bride, our daughter, her husband and their 5 month old son (our first grandchild) and our younger son…as well as two good family friends who were …
Sweet child of mine…
Our youngest child arrived ten years after his sister…a precious baby boy with strawberry blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. From day one, it seemed he was carried around in someone’s arms or had someone to entertain him…or someone he entertained. He never met a stranger. When he started talking, it was in paragraphs. He could carry on a conversation with anyone at an early age and still can. I understood his place in the birth order. I had been there myself…the youngest child with a large space between. It isn’t an easy place but he achieved it. That and …