Trying to find something to write about today and so I decided to look through some pictures to jog a memory or two. This picture is in front of the first house I remember as a child. This was Easter 1961 before we moved to Arkansas for a year. Daddy build that fence and gave me a LOVE for picket fences, even though that was not a picket fence. The house is still there and I drive by often to look at it. Lots of memories in that house for me. I remember sending off for the Tony the Tiger spoon from the Frosted Flakes box and waiting every day for the mail to run. I remember our two dogs in that house, or rather outside, Hoss and Rebel. I remember Christmas in that house and being so angry at my sister when she broke the plaster-of-pairs hand print that was wrapped and under the tree for Momma and Daddy. She broke that damn thing not once, but twice before they could unwrap it. I remember how darned cute Bro and Sis were and how much I loved them. This picture is of Easter 1961 and I only remember those pictures and not much of the day we took them.