every name but mine....

Thats my Mom on the passenger side. My Aunt Doris in the driver's seat.

Sisters, I didn't grow up with any girls around my house, other than the preacher's daughter next door. She was much older, more wise too.

At times we would hit the trail between houses and look for grape vine. Dried grape vine, take out out matches and strike a smoke...

I bet the trail still holds tail of those times, just in time for fall. I would love to hit that old trail and strike up a dried grape vine for old times sake, after all it's been at least 35 years, as far as I know it is still my Daddy's family land.

I miss that place, its home.


Rhae