As I was washing dishes today I couldn’t help but miss my
childhood. I remember just how simple things seemed and how I was never let in
on the worry of making ends meet for our rather large family. We just had what we had
and made do with it. I think I was maybe 5 when I received my first brand new
outfit from the store. My mom would make us all sorts of colorful summer
outfits. Matching top and bottoms. I miss her and would love to talk about so
many things with her today. The attached photo is of my mother's parents from 1984. This is how I remember them. Grandpa Shumway died four years after this. I am looking forward to sharing the beauty of where I was born with Will and our little Grace one day.
