She is my cousin, city cousin that is, she lurkes in back of my memory. Making trips with her mom and dad to see grandma and grandpa on the farm. A pretty ,strong willed little girl is how I remember her.
Her father had a good job in the city and always had a good car. My brother and I would use our fingers to write our names on the dust covered car.Uncle Harold was not happy when he saw us marking up his car.
Uncle had a hobby. He took pictures and developed them in his dark room. Most of the photos we have of those days are due to uncle Harold.
Now we have many more because Winnie has shared them with us on her blog. Cousins are mighty fine and our cousin Winnie Jo is the finest kind there is.
She says call me Winnie or call me Jo like my daddy did but in our hearts she is Winnie Jo pretty little girl who we did go to grandpas to see.
3 comments:
We grow up and move farther apart...but we can always return
down the red dirt road to Grandpa's in our memories...to
a simpler time and ways.
Goodness yall make me wish I had grown up with all you sisters!! Sounds like yall had a good childhood!
You are the sweetest - during these worry times about my sick friends, I really appreciate the sweet, sweet memories - I love you cuz!
Post a Comment