Aunt and Uncles

 

  There are many memories of growing up that flooded my mind this past weekend.  Aunt Geneva, Uncle Joe and Jack were always part of the group to welcome us when we pulled in at Granny Treat's house.  We lived in Springfield, MO and would drive through Branson and Harrison to reach the Treat home just outside of Marshall.

I remember the highway through Nixa (I think that was the little town) was like a roller coaster.  Mom would speed up and we would have a few miles to enjoy a natural ride.  As we would cross the river at Branson, I would look up at the fine houses that had been built along the mountain side.

When we puledl in the driveway, if it was early, I would head up the hill to Aunt Winoka's and stay with my cousin Betty and Clara Nell.  If it was late, we would go in Granny's house, eat, then fall into the designated bed in one of the small bedrooms.  I remember the front one having two or three beds.  The porch was HUGE and I was always afraid I would fall off the end.  (Years later I went back and realized I could step off of it now.)

What has all of this to do with caregiving?  So much of my childhood I recall someone taking care of an elderly relative.  In a large family, it wasn't too difficult as there were many people to help.  Now, it seems that families have a much smaller base.  If you see a family struggling, reach out.  If you are struggling, reach out.  I believe we can help each other in this journey

The Buffalo River State Park