Grandma's House

Not gonna blog tonight, gang. A very dear man passed away, and I'm too down to deal with the news. The last time I went to Arkansas to visit family, I had such a wonderful time, and it was mostly with his family. He was my father's cousin. His daughter Bonita was about my age. Now they're both gone. It brought back memories of Uncle Henry and "Aint" Marie' house: the wonderful foods, the feather beds, the springhouse. Then over to Waymon's where we could swim in the Buffalo River, since it ran through his property. Such glorious memories. I'll see you tomorrow.