The road home

This is the road we all travel to go home. When Richard and me were going to school the school bus stopped just a few feet from here and we walked the last quarter mile home some times we ran and some times we had war. I missed Richard yesterday when we all gathered at our old home place. Richard was a constant at our family gathering this one might not come or that one might be busy but Richard was always present along with his wife Barbara come rain or shine.

Fleta had all the work yesterday and we appricate her efforts after putting in a full week at Tyson. we used to gather at the house but Clayton is getting older now so we spare him the job of waiting on us besides he wasn't taking any chances he was the first to arrive at Fleta's house.