My first memory of my papa Ben was when he came to pick me up from a little house in Chandler, Arizona. I was so excited that my papa was coming to pick me up and take me away. My bags were always ready. Heck I would of moved in if my parents would of let me but they didn't. Papa would show up with a shiny car and put in the front seat next to him. I always stood right next to him with my arm around his neck as he drove us to Tucson to his house with my grandma Iny Mae. Thats what Papa called her. That ride was so fun. He would tell wonderful stories all the way there. Papa had foresight. He knew everything about everything. There was no information that he wasnt privy to. We would arrive at the house and grandma Iny would be so happy to see me. She would sit me on the hearth and make me cheese crisps. I dont know why they always tasted so good but they did. I've made many and never have they tasted as good as they did on that hearth made with grandma's love. I was the only one they loved. Or at least thats how I felt. Always.
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About Me
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- I'm doing time in Texas with my husband, two kids, two grandkids and our dog Misty. We are all thriving with interesting things going on in all of our lives. I currently took a job in the broadcasting dept. of Kerry Shook Ministries a part of Fellowship of the Woodlands Church. Very exciting and lots of new stuff to learn. It feels good to work for the Lord on a day to day basis. Nothing you do all day is for anything other than sharing the good word and striving to light my candle and let it show.