We went to Charlie’s youngest brother’s house for the Labor Day family get-together. This was the house where the “big girls” grew up, the house I moved into when I married them (and married Charlie, of course). We have a lot of memories of this…
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I was telling Ruby, one of my new-ish friends, about Mildred, one of my first friends in this town. Mildred recruited me into the club of which Ruby and I are members, which is what brought Mildred into the conversation. Mildred was my best friend…
Hey, watch what yer thinkin’! My grandpa was a good Baptist! I’m talking about raisin sauce, okay? As I’ve said, we fell off the turnip wagon by buying a sixth part of a pastured local hog, so I was able to use Grandpa’s recipe again.…