Must be getting to be a "softy", because the cold is getting to me. So I sit inside for the second cup-o-joe. Beautiful sunrise. I still think of Cecil, Truman's brother. When he taught Sunday School at Broadmeadow. He always started his lesson with-"This is the day the Lord hath made-let us rejoice and be glad in lt." That always stuck in my mind and I remember him with love. Our first apartment was across the street from their house in Fondren. Irene was like a big sister to me and taught me many things. As a young bride, I had a lot to learn. Loved her too. We traveled together in later years. Our RV's covered a lot of the U. S. Oh those brothers got along so well. Many pleasant memories are stored in the Memory Bank. I check them out from time to time and carefully check them back for later. If I were an artist, I could paint or draw a picture of that Bank-I see it in my minds eyes so clearly. But here I go, living in the past again. When you reach my age, there are many, many, good and not so good memories. That is life. Oh, I love my new Hall display. Many saved Easter decorations are displayed. More memories.
BETTY BOOP
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