
My mom grew up in a small town. It only has one stop light and everyone knows every one else. Chuck, the kids, and I went into town with my aunt and Grandma, so she could get her hair done for the wedding. We explored the "downtown" and watched a train rush by. The kids ran on ahead of us, no need to encourage that they stay right with us and hold our hands- it was nice. We even saw one of my mom's cousin's (I know that makes her my cousin too- it's one my mom grew up with... as a girl). She recognized me and we had a nice visit. She marvelled at how much my little girl looks like my cousin's girls that live in Pelahatchie. She even invited us to

the town Easter Egg Hunt for the next day. We did go and my mom enjo

yed visiting with folks from her high school days!


The kids found this tree near the play ground they LOVED climbing!

Pelahatchie is very far away for us to visit (it takes us 15 hours by car). I am always thankful for each and every visit to this wonderful place. What makes it wonderful is all of the people. Even though we do not get there very often we are welcomed with warm hugs, and open hearts.
I was able to see lots of family, my Grandma, Aunts, Uncles, and cousins. I was able to laugh, hold, and sing with children I am watching grow up in pictures. I reminisced about mischievous times in our youth when we were.. "the kids" and often in trouble. The time, as always, was way too short. Though all of these dear ones are far away in miles they remain close in my heart.