|That's my grandmother in the center and 6 of her brothers and sisters.|
|Uncle Cloyd and his wife, Daisy|
|Aunt Daisy and my dad|
Aunt Daisy was delightful too. She always wore dresses and a little strand of pearls. Her hair was white and curly, like a little fluff of cotton on her head. And she wore cute little horn rimmed glasses. Her bedroom housed all kinds of treasures and when my dad and Cloyd were distracted, she would sneak me back there and give me some beautiful little trinket to take home with me... jewelry or a little jar of lotion, or my favorite...a paper doll book! (Oh man, I can remember with vivid clarity cutting out those little tabs...this was BEFORE perforated kind...and carefully folding them so that they would fit just perfectly on the doll. Please tell me you know what paper dolls are...)
My dad adored Daisy and Cloyd and therefore, I did, too. I haven't thought about them in years, but all of a sudden, after seeing Cloyd's name on that census, I've had floods of memories come back. Little reminders of them have been everywhere lately, and I have loved going back to such a happy place in my head. I am so grateful for the family I grew up with and all the things they did to make my childhood so amazing.