Today was a wonderful time of listening to my momma telling stories about where she grew up. I think her life would make a great book. I'd call it "Us Boys". That's what she used to call her and her three brothers- us boys.
Today she told me how they lived at the end of the road when she was just a baby. The house had long narrow windows and my momma, the youngest of seven children was probably in a hurry to grow up and be apart of the bustling world that was her house. One day, just after they moved in my mom toddled up to the window and said "someone's 'tomin". You see their house was at the end of the road and if anyone came all the way down that road, they were coming to my grandparents house.
That house is long gone now, but the memories of my momma and and her three sisters and three brothers playing games like, Annie Over and Stink Bait will forever be stories I love to hear. And now, they will be things that I chronicle here, so I never forget the house at the end of the road.
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