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By Misti Date: 2003 Jun 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.07.03.33.8198]] |
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Dear Meme and Pop, I am so sorry I won't be able to share this special anniversary with ya'll. I would much rather celebrate with ya'll and the rest of the family than sell bras and panties all day long. I know this letter is a poor substitute for my delightful presence (ha!) but I want to share with ya'll what your marriage has meant to me. My earliest memories of ya'll are from when I lived in Goree with Mom and Daddy and Autumn. I remember how much I loved riding to Bridgeport with ya'll, seeing the "Devil's Castle" and riding over the bridge in Runaway Bay. I remember Meme tickling my back at night and reading me Childcraft stories and telling me about Indian Chief and Pocahontas and Suzie. I remember feeling so safe and happy in your home. My best childhood memories took place on "Cuba Road." There are so many wonderful memories...making M&M cookies with Meme and having picnics at the park and climbing the rocket. Swimming in a plastic pool in the backyard in one of Greg's t-shirts. Eating dinner and then running outside to play on the swingset. Climbing on top of the barn. Feeling so big because Greg would take me to see rated R movies at the drive-in in Decatur. I remember how my face would light up whenever I saw Greg because he was my favorite adult. I remember the night we made Cherry Mash sundaes and watched the late show in the den. I remember when I was in kindergarten Greg gave me his Beatles "Magical Mystery Tour" album. I remember jumping on the bed to wake Greg up. I always worshipped Greg. He made me laugh and he made me feel like I was more than just a stupid kid. I remember the nights on the old brick patio. I don't remember much, just watching the adults talk and smoke cigarettes under the stars. I always loved looking across the pasture at the twinkling lights of Decatur. I remember the time Mamaw Crenshaw was cleaning out the fridge in your kitchen. I was teasing Suzette. Mamaw warned me to stop but I didn't listen. I remember Suzette bit the blood from my finger and I bawled my head off. I always enjoyed visiting with Mamaw. She told it "like it was" and I respected that. I loved hearing her stories. She was the strongest, wisest woman I've ever known. My first memories of Wal-Mart are of Mamaw taking me there and buying me Brach's candies and little stuffed animals. And I remember watching that dance contest t.v. show with Wendy on a pallet in Mamaw's den, eating French fries. I also remember the trips to Chuck E. Cheese's. We always had so much fun. Meme and Pop, you were always there for me when I felt like I didn't belong anyplace else. I was always at home in your house. Whenever I felt the most depressed or alone, I would head to Bridgeport. You may be the only couple I will ever know who is celebrating a 50th wedding anniversary. They just aren't as common as they used to be. For that you have my respect and gratitude. Thank you for showing me what it's like to be happily, affectionately married to your best friend. I love ya'll so very much. Much Love and Lots of Hugs, Misti |