Can you believe the wonderful weather we had on Sunday, mixed with the food, laughs, and yes tears, it was wonderful.
When you are up on the hill, can you hear the past or is it just me? Carolyn says that I have problems with my hearing, I just hear what I want to hear! My kids say that I have lost my hearing due to age! (I'll age them!) But when I am up on that hill I see the stories that papa and mama use to tell me. I hear the men talking and the women hollering for the kids to come in! I see and hear Aunt Olva walking across the way talking about growing up with a family that love has no boundries. I can see and hear papa with his white shirt on with the sleves rolled up talking about his home coming in the sky! I can taste the dumplings that mama made! I remember mom yelling at me to get out of that creek! Wow, I get all of that from just a few hours on a Sunday afternoon 1 time a year! Can we reunion maybe once a month? As papa would say, now that is something to ponder.
Cousin Phil