Great
families are really great. Twice a year we have a mothers,
daughters, daughters-in-law, cousins get together. We take an all
girl road trip. Twice a year. The date of the next one is always
planned in the car when we are all together; that way we know the
date in plenty of time. The next one is in October; believe me it
is on my calendar!!! This time we went to Palestine – not so far
away that we spend all our time in the car. This time there were six
of us who went. We all have Mama Mc in common; she is a grandmother,
greatgrandmother greatgrandmother-in-law, you get the idea. So we
have memories and family stories in common.
This
year we went to an old country church we used to take our grandmother
to. Told old stories about dinner on the grounds, coffee boiled in a
huge black iron pot on the grounds. Walks through the grave yard.
Told stories about Cynthia Ann Parker and the fact that this church
was the first protestant church in Texas. Since Texas was part of
Mexico at that time they had to get permission from Mexico to start
the church. We older ones had grown up with this story. (A true
story.) Went to a wine tasting at Sweet Dreams, and brought home
lots of wine. Drove through old town and took photos of a creek
running through it. I am sure
I will paint picturies of this creek.
A
few small mishaps. We backed into a headstone. Did not make a
blemish on the headstone but dented the car. We kept closing Wynell
up in the back seat of the car – accidentally. She sat in the back
to prove she is still agile enough to get back there; then when we
would get out we would forget to turn the middle seat down for her to
get out. Yes, it really was an accident – most of the time. Some
of the young ones always ask why Janet Sue is the only one with a
double name. The answer is that they knew she would be a brat and
they would need a double name for when they yelled at her. We get
connecting rooms so that we can stay up late drinking wine and
telling old stories.
Being
with people who love you and with whom you have things in common
restorith my soul and my cup runnith over.
Judy,
we missed you so much.
