Memory Lane

Being in deep East Texas last week brought back vivid memories of times I spent hanging out at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Making my trip even more poignant was the fact that this was my first time to visit Grandma at the nursing home.  On our eighty mile trip there and back, the red dirt roads crisscrossing the highways reminded me of the peach orchard at their old place.  I can still see the trees in full bloom, laid out in nice rows with the ground hot and red underneath.  We’d play endless games of hide and seek out there … Continue reading Memory Lane