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As
of this writing ... a liquor store now stands where the
above picture was taken. I made the mistake once of telling
the cashier that my grand parents house use to stand right
there ... expecting to get an "oh yeh? Really?" Nada. Didn't
care. Not interested. A rude awakening for me. One of my
personal "Old guy stories", I suppose. Makes me wonder how
many stories go untold of old houses you see along the side
of a rural road. How many families raised and forgotten? How
many individual adventures of childhood and beyond that get
lost in time and history. I guess that just goes with
getting older and wanting to cling to things of the past ...
like FAMILY and LOVE and HERITAGE. In a world filled more
and more with disfunctional broken families, this is one
thing I'm clear on.
Below
is a photo of my Grandma Nettie Allsup in approximately
1975. Also, a handwritten note from her, that I received
after sending her some flowers. When Grandma Nettie died, we
found out just how much of a family bonding agent she was.
She held the family together and for awhile, the family was
without a central figure to rally us all together. She was
irreplaceable. Strong and hearty from working the fields of
Oklahoma, but tender and loving like only my Grandma could
be.
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