This morning my aunt and I drove over to my grandparents. I no longer wonder where I get the reading gene from. Or the puzzle gene. My Grama cleaned out her library and my aunt and I hauled bags and bags of books out of there to give away or take to goodwill. It was inspiring. I want to clean out my own library. It seems so many in my family are cleaning things out.
Aunt Shari and I were standing in the hallway looking at family pictures. Particularly, the one most of us have a copy of somewhere. It's my great-grandparents surrounded by their children. As I recall, there were seven in all. My great-grandfather, Brother Hoggatt, was an evangelistic preacher. In fact, when you drove with Brother Hoggatt, you prayed. He looks like a fun guy. My aunt says that when we die, he and my great-grandmother are going to coming running toward us. I really like the idea they know me and are looking forward to spending time with me. I'm looking forward to spending time with them.
We're going to watch a chick flick now that Aunt Shari has been saving to watch with me. My uncle who is out of town right now, is very grateful for this. So long!
365-09 #169Labels: 365-09 Challenge, Family