I remember a Christmas in Barlow Kentucky with everyone watching the California cousins running around in their PJ in a snow storm [they had never seen snow falling].  

I remember sitting on Grandminnie's porch and seeing Evan and Barlow the dog rolling into Barlow for a fun summer.

Even though we were 2000 miles apart we all maintained a real family love for each other.

By the way 60 is not that bad. 


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