My cousins were older than us and had unique personalities. My oldest cousin competed in horse back riding competitions and her bedroom was filled with winning ribbons and trophies. The second oldest competed in dirt bike racing. I must confess I always had a crush on him. The third oldest cousin had the most beautiful doll collection I had ever seen. She played tennis from time to time at the tennis club in town. The youngest son was just a couple years older than I and collected anything that had to do with Abraham Lincoln.
We always spent our days with them exploring farm fields, barns, old abandon shacks that were insulated with old news papers.We climbed fruit trees, caught fire flies at night, and road bikes down a long winding gravel driveway. When we got thirsty from the days escapades we drank from a cold under ground spring on my aunt and uncles property. My grandfather grew large vegetable gardens that he attended to daily to pick the days vegetables for our meals. Talk about delicious. I have never eaten vegetables so fresh and tasty, and haven't since. We would ride in the back of my grandpas old ford pick up truck to the only burger chef in town that just so happened to be owned by my uncle. Sometimes we stopped at "The little orange market" to pick up whatever my grandma needed, and I always got a bottle of yoohoo. I think that's how my chocolate addiction started.
I often think about my Grandparents who are no longer with us. They always seem to have looked the same age as they did from the time I was a kid until I was grown. I'm grateful that both of my children were old enough to remember meeting them before their deaths at the ages of 92 and 87. I love and miss you, Bonnie and Roy. I will always cherish the time we spent together. Thank you for the memories.
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