I am the fifth out of six children; technically, the fifth out of seven since my little brother, Robert, died just a few hours after his birth. I was 18 months old at the time of his death. From my perspective, there were two sets of kids in our family: the older kids: Leslie, John…

I spent the afternoon going through photos of family and friends. I will share a few of the family just for the fun of it. These warmed my heart. I love all of these folks very much.

I wrote this story a while back, but it remains one of my favorite memories of growing up in my little Texas town. Thought I’d share it on this Friday evening. Miss Inez English lived on Pine Street, right around the corner from our house on 9th in my little rural Texas town. Her one-story…