Green Acres

I have seen a quote floating around for years which says, “Sometimes it’s not the person you miss but the feeling you had when you were with them.” I think you can feel the same way about a place.

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Bittersweet Memories

photo credit: Kennedale Historical Society

I was at work today, minding my own business, when the secretary started playing The Judds in the front office. Immediately, I began getting flashbacks of growing up in Texas.

The Judds was the first concert I ever attended. I must have been in first or second grade. I remember being so far away from the stage that we had to use binoculars to see anything! It was a time that I will never forget. Wynonna was standing in one place, playing the guitar while her mother, Naomi, danced around the stage singing. To my young mind, Naomi must have been the daughter since she was dancing around. My mother just laughed at my confusion.

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An Ode to Grandma

Texas was home for my first eighteen years until 1997 when I moved up north to first Montana then Washington.  I now have four children and due to the cost of plane tickets, I am only able to go visit every two to three years. In fact, until this past December, I hadn’t been home for Christmas since before I left in 1996.

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