For Winnie Jo...

Speaking of memories....When my oldest grand child, and the most special one, was 3 we made a trip to Ark. I took her over to brother Richards.  To show her off. I have always told kenzie a lot of true stories. So we were all sitting around and I said...

"Richard, I have told kenzie how poor we were and how I never had any store bought toys. My favorite  thing to play with was the old dry cow manure in the old barn."

And Richard said, "Kenzie, I had it worse. When I played in the old barn the cow manure was still wet!'

You had to be pretty quick to get a story better than Richard told.