This my grandma Vera, wearer of pleated skirts, who bequeathed of all the lushness that is my figure. She played a mean country guitar and told amazing stories. This is my papaw Everett, who always let me honk the horn in his semi-truck when he drove by our house. The neighbors always loved this. Especially at six in the morning.
I have only just realized that my penchant for cupcakes is hereditary. Have you ever had Grandma Vera's muffins? No? Well, come on over and I'll make you some. My cupcake/muffin fetish started early, and she alone is to blame.
I love this picture, when they were young and had experienced no sorrow. I think they look very happy together. Laters.
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