My Story

I came from a family of six, raised with two brothers (one older, one younger) and one sister, in 1947 in the small rural town of Berryville, Arkansas.  FYI… the locals pronounce that as Bura-val and sounds like you are saying it in one syllable. My husband says you have to kinda swallow it as you say it.

My parents met and married in Lawrence, KS, four years later my older brother was born in Donaphan, MO.  I arrived in the family 14 months later, but in Arkansas. We moved to Lawrence, KS when I was just a few months old and there my younger brother and sister were born.

My oldest brother lives in SE Nebraska, my “baby brother,”whom I love to tease by introducing him as such, lives in SW Missouri and my sister lives in a little community called Possum Trot, 8 miles out on a dirt road in central Arkansas.

April of 1964 my husband, now of 43 years, and I  met and married in Green Forest, AR when I was a Jr. in high school. Our four children were all born in Arkansas though we lived a short while in Tulsa, OK, five years in Kansas City, KS, before moving and finally settling near the Houston, TX area in 1976. 

Our four children, their mates (God blessed us greatly with our sons and daughter-in-love) and nine awesome grandchildren all live within three miles of each other and about 20 miles south of us. We have 5 stunningly handsome grandsons and four unusually beautiful granddaughters ranging from the ages of 6 to 17 years old. Our oldest grandson will be a senior when school starts up this month.  Each are, in their own way, unique and special. God has blessed us mightily over the years and we could not have asked of Him for anything more grander while having this human experience on earth.

I have many family stories that may crop up in my blog articles, some sad, some funny and some hilarious.