Memories are great, but sometimes they just get to you and those tears begin.  Well, this was one of those times, when back in 2006, Rick, Olivia and I decided to walk from Aunt Eleanor’s to what we refer to as “down in the holler”, which is where the ole house is located that I visited often as a child. 

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and I had not been there for several years, and Rick and Olivia had never been there, but they had heard a lot about it.  As you can see, I got rather emotional, but that is just me (I think that is another thing I inherited from the Cook family).  Granny and Granddad Cook lived there and later so did  Uncle Herbert with Aunt June and Uncle Clayton with Aunt Mabel and then much later Uncle Clayton alone.  Wow…what memories!!!

The second picture  is of  the old bridge that we had to cross to get to the house and because a lot of the wood was missing and mostly rotten it was not safe to cross it.  We were also afraid to cross through the tall weeds because we had already encountered a few snakes, so we just stayed back and I remembered the ‘good ole times’ .  We will go back again before too long and I’m certain there will be more tears, but very happy ones.