Just before my first semester at college, Grandma and I took a trip to visit her younger sister in Frederick, OK. They hadn't seen each other in several years and it was a great opportunity for me to meet some cousins I had never met before. I was 18 and Grandma and I drove all the way with me doing most of the driving. We took it slow, taking nearly a week to travel to the bottom of Oklahoma.
Great-Aunt Sarah made sure all the family was there at the homestead when Grandma and I arrived for a great reunion barbecue She had four sons and a daughter, my first cousins, Bart, David, Frank, Jim and Kate, and twenty-three grand kids and four great-grand kids! It was a lot to take in! I still write to most of them and keep in contact through Facebook.
A couple of days after Grandma and I got there, some of my male cousins took me to the local swimming hole. While I was there and I will never forget how much they laughed when I told them I didn't have my trunks with me. "Well, cuz," my cousin Chad, Bart's oldest said with a handsome grin, "it's just us guys. Don't tell us you ain't never been skinny dippin' before!"
Anyway, Grandma and I stayed with Great-Aunt Sarah for nearly a month and in that time, I learned a bit about wheat farming, rode my first horse, and helped with the morning chores -- feeding the milk cows and the chickens.
I went back only twice since; when my cousin Phil got married, just before he went into the army, and two years later after he was brought home from Afghanistan to be buried.
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