Intro to the mound


Well here it is the first post in the stinkin mound blogspot. For those who are visitors to this site, the R family when growing up spent hours of slave labor working on a desolate uninhabited piece of terra firma called the mound. Our drive way was just over an 1/8 of a mile long and culminated in a gravel culdesac in the center of the culdesac Grandma R wanted to put a flower garden with a waterfall, and other asthetically pleasing acroutements including rocks pilfered from various roadsides throughout the US, a varying assortment of bushes, dead tree stumps, rotten whiskey barrells, and a rusted out corn planter built in the late 1800's (about the same time Grandma R was born :) The mound has been a thorn in the side but also an icon to our family representing trials that bring us together and make us stronger despite the pain that is often times associated with these trials. So sit back and enjoy the reading.......

Instructions

If you notice over on the left side of the screen there are the labels of the entries, so you can click on and read the various entries. Only the most recent entries are displayed on the page, so you need to click on the to your left if something has been archived that you have not yet read. Each month will get its own folder within the applicable year.
B & K

Monday, October 20, 2008

Honey



Things feel different now that Grandma Honey is gone. I remember her house in Oregon. It smelled really fun when the furnace would heat. It felt really cozy - different than what we were used to, and yet, familiar from our visits. When I hear a TV on at night when I am trying to go to bed it reminds me of being at Grandpa and Grandma's because we didn't have a TV and Grandpa was always watching when we had to go to bed. Just funny little memories. Do any of you have memories that you want to share?
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