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I was once a favorite son-n-law. What I just read pulled all those great memories forward and forced me to contemplate them once again. I have moved on from what my life used to be but to revisit it by way of another human beings expierences is a devine blessing.
I am humbled deeply. Thanks and God Bless!
My 91 years young mom-in-law. Bonnie Wann Raines, tells of her family's move from Arkansas to the hills of eastern Oklahoma by wagon in the 1920s. "I was just a little kid but I remember walkin' barefooted behind the wagon with the dogs until I got "tard" and then I'd ride up in the wagon." Her family grubbed out a hardscrabble existence "back up in them hollers." All her chores and "puttin' up with a whole passel of brothers" toughened her up sufficiently to be a highly regarded junior high school basketball player. People from a bigger high school tried to recruit her but having to live away from home didn't appeal to the girl the folks were needin' at home. There was no possibility of my having a better mom-in-law, especially one to fry up squirrels and fish harvested off their place and make me chocolate gravy to smother home made biscuits.
SARAH: Sounds like she's truly graced the lives of many. Your tribute reminded me of my TRACKS, 1973, We can leave your tracks on the snows of the mountains; and tracks in the oceans sands...But the only ones to last, are the ones...We leave..on the hearts of our fellow man.