I have many fond childhood memories of my cousins in Brady, Nebraska (click here) and the surrounding sandhills. Reuniting with them for their mother’s funeral this weekend was a chance to recall those carefree summers at Lake Jeffrey.
Things I remember about visiting my cousins include my Aunt Marge’s (her name was Marjorie, but we always called her “Aunt Marge”) loving care and protection. While she had rules about chores, no swimming until 30 minutes after eating, and bed times, she went out of her way to make sure the “boys” had fun. And we did. She also fed us well, and two things stick in my mind: 1) huge breakfasts, with lumberjack portions of eggs, pancakes, bacon, etc. and 2) yummy fruit pies. Nobody could make pies like Aunt Marge.
Aunt Marge was buried in the Sandhills where she grew up and lived all of her life; she was 91. I marveled at the peaceful setting near the top of a small “dune” overlooking the vast expanse of openness. The area has a natural beauty, all its own … like Aunt Marge.
Thought for the Day: The most important thing a child can inherit is fond memories.