I’ve been missing home lately. More so, I’ve been missing the people back home. And, even though she’s not ‘home’ I’ve been thinking a lot about my cousin Mary. For now, she calls Kansas home but since her husband is in the military, she has called a lot of different cities, towns, and states ‘home’ since she moved away from our ‘real’ one.
Mary and I spent a lot of time together when we were younger. Most of my memories of her include camping trips with our paternal grandparents. We spent our summers at Hoffmaster, writing love notes to boys and having our grandpa deliver them for us.
These days we’ve been connecting over Facebook and I’ve been enjoying our comments back and forth. And…more exciting that that? She’s started a blog!
I wish that my memories were clearer, more specific. For example, when I think of Mary, I think of this picture of the two of us playing dress up. I can only remember the picture and not the details of the day.
My mom’s silk nighties, slips on our heads, a skein of yarn as a bouquet. I’m so glad someone snapped this shot.
Gina, this touched my heart{and made me cry a lot}! I've been missing ALL of my family more than ever. It saddens me that so many of us have moved away and started a new chapter in our lives. I miss my life in Michigan.