Such a [HUGE] part of my life as there were 32 on Mama’s side, and 12 on Joe’s side of the family. We have cousins that range from being older than our Mom to a few years younger than me. I’ll always remember going to Mama Moland’s and being excited that ‘the box’ was coming too! The box held all sorts of clothes that we passed from cousin to cousin between the girls. And as the youngest girl cousin I always got the last pick. But so much fun anyway! These cousins and aunts [on both sides of the family] have certainly helped mold me into the person I am today.
Campfires are a special place to commune with God, friends, family, and nature. My earliest memory of a campfire is not actually of a fire, but of hearing Joe and Mama laugh and talk about Ronnie, a young neighbor of ours in Chattanooga, playing in the fire and being told he’d wet the bed if he continued with it. I had wonderful times at youth camp [church] singing praise songs and sharing our testimonies around a campfire. Mama and Joe would have fires in the backyard for the boys to roast hot dogs and marshmallows on, and we continued that while camping with friends and at our own home with our fire pit. There’s just something relaxing about sitting around a fire and visiting with friends in the quietness of the night.
Luxury? Necessity? So good to be connected to others most of the time. So very different from when I was growing up when all we had were land-lines and it was sooo pricey to talk to someone long-distance.