Since you’ve last heard from me, I’ve entertained relatives from Arizona…my mother’s sister, her son, daughter-in-law, and grandson. I’ve gotten poison ivy from climbing down a creek bank to pull out a big limb, and I have two black eyes from target practicing with my sister-in-law. (forgot about a little thing called recoil) My aunt and I went to Natchitoches to visit
that Mamaw and Papaw Simmons had lived in, and the two churches that Papaw had pastored. And, by the way, he had baptized Woodrow at one of them when Woodrow was nine.
Spring was at its peak that day in Natchtioches