Cousins

If I have counted correctly I have 62 first cousins. When I remember my childhood I think of cousins. Often, especially on Sunday evenings, my parents would visit at one set of Uncle and Aunts or another and most of them lived on farms. Tonight we are sleeping in a home on one of those farms.

We left Fred and Glenda's house around noon and arrived in Rock Valley in the early afternoon. We visited with Harlyn for a while and then drove out in the country to Roger and Hilaine's farm where we were joined for dinner by Dick and Jo. How easily I fall into a feeling of familiarity with cousins. There is a connection that roots back to our parents. I am grateful that Jim feels so comfortable with my great extended family.

Tomorrow is exploration day in the old hometown of my childhood.