As a child my sister and I spent many hours and miles in the back seat of the family car traveling back and forth from NY to Virginia to Granny’s house in Fauquier County. “ Mooommmmm…she’s on my side…tell her to move over…” We would count the colors of cars and play silly word games. I can remember groaning from my side of the back seat as we listened to Johnny Cash ( and others) on the radio for those 365 miles! My mother would sing and Dad would drive. ( They thought we weren’t paying attention, but we were…. LOL) I forgot how much I loved Johnny Cash until a friend posted something about him earlier tonight. Johnny Cash reminds me of my Uncle Harold. He loved Johnny Cash and I loved my Uncle!
I sat here the other night and listened to Corynn tell my parents her Nicaragua stories and I thought of Uncle Harold. I even said to my Mom, “ Uncle Harold would have gotten a big kick out Corynn- she’s just like him!” Isn’t that amazing how someone your child has never known can be such a big part of who they are? That’s God for ya….
Anyway- this one’s for Mom and her favorite brother Harold….they used to ride around in the car and talk. She’d eat twinkies and drink Pepsi and he would drink a can of Budweiser in a brown paper bag and smoke Marlboro cigarettes. I loved hearing his stories and my heart misses my Uncle Harold.
This one’s for you Bones…can’t wait to see you again….