I woke up this morning remembering that today is Grandmother and Papa White’s 100th Anniversary. She was five years older than he (just like I am than Chris, only he was 19 and she, 24) and his Mama took to her bed for about a week and wouldn’t get up.
The young folks left the house in their Sunday clothes, heading the buggy for the Preacher’s house to get him to marry them, and always said the angels must have guided them, for they “met the Preacher in the middle of the road.” They just sat in the buggies and had what they called a “sitting down” wedding, with them facing one way and he the other. They were married for 68 years, til he passed away in 1986, and she soon after.
And I do hope that you all know that I’m still here, reading and enjoying all your blogs and activities and adventures, seeing your happiness and creativity and hopes and joys, as well as your heroic and stalwart progress against odds and sorrows and trials. My heart is with you in all your endeavours---I just still haven’t got past this little glitch which causes GOOGLE to disremember me at every turn. Contrary to some opinions, I’m just lost out here in the atmosphere, and not pouting, traveling or passed on. My e-mail is in my profile, should you ever want or need to drop by. Moire non when I can correspond once again,