Out Yonder

Well after broadening my horizons I felt the urge to get back to my roots.  Fortunately the family reunion is in June every year; my mom, sister, and myself piled into the car with my grandpa at the wheel and my grandma as the co pilot-our bags of snacks and clothes crammed in the back.  Following us close behind was my aunt and uncle with their middle daughter and her son, all excited for a twelve hour journey to Valdosta, Georgia.  The ride there and back will forever be some of my fondest memories. We listened to my grandparents favorite artists, heard some stories, got lost, laughed a lot. 

The smell of magnolia, stronger than anywhere in Louisiana filled my nose as soon as we steped onto the Georgia dirt road, every tree was coverd in spanish moss where we stayed,on the waters edge it was a breathtaking sight. 

While in Valdosta for four days I was able to visit the house my Grandma grew up in and stay at the same place where my Grandpa had a platoon party 57 years ago-the vary same year he met my Grandma. 

They told me about how they meet-my Grandma and her twin sister would go into town to the dime shops; My Grandpa and his twin brother stationed in Valdosta would go into town to trail for girls, they met and married shortly after.  When I asked my Grandma she said "Well from when we met I knew he was mine."

My Grandpa is a man of few words and emotions but he laughed so hard this trip that he blew milk out of his nose! Hearing all the fun stories from family and sharing meals with them was very special to me.