I have just returned from a family gathering on my mother’s side. My Aunt Nelda and Uncle James hosted it on their gorgeous, sprawling west Texas ranch. They called it Camp Granky, in honor of my maternal grandmother (whom I named as a toddler when I could not manage calling her “Granny,” which my dad…
Tag: memories
Remember When…?
Remember when K-Mart was cool and you had never heard or thought of the word Wal-Mart? I do. Remember the big Montgomery Ward store in Fort Worth and how cool it was when your parents took you there around Christmas time and you got to try out the newest six-shooters and ride on the escalator?…
Dad Day Redux
Yesterday marked the nineteenth Father’s Day since my Dad took a jarring, premature detour into eternity. I still miss him and often consider how different life might have been had he remained. I am sure I don’t think about that as much as Mom, but I think about it. He was a good dad…better than…