YOU CAN"T GO BACK

When Truman and I would come home from any trip we would always declare that where we lived was the most beautiful place in the world--and it was. I was in the neighborhood yesterday to get my haircut at Brocks (I still go back) I drove by the house and brought back memories of Truman making tea for us every morning about 10:00 and us sitting in the blue chairs and looking out over our "estate" Know what? I smiled and thought I still look out over a lake and have a beautiful view of a flower garden on my balcony. I sort of went back but I will never drink from those Betty Boop cups with him again. Thank you Lord for the memories. I hope I never lose them.

Betty Boop