The past

 I think about the past a lot. It’s not really I dwell on it or that I wish things had been different. I think about this homeplace when all of us kids were running around here barefoot. Today I’ve been thinking about my daddy, And whit a good honest man he was. I’ve been a little sick for the past few days. Running a slight temperature and I know that BecauseI now have fever blisters all over my lower lip. Daddy sometimes made us potato soup when we were sick. If we were sick In the mornings he would make poached eggs. Betty and Fleta of both still like poached eggs and it is no doubt in my mind that is why.  I’m not sure you could get them to admit the same thing though. Some potato soup does sound awfully good.

Hopefully, tomorrow I will feel better.   Wow look what we are getting next week!