Monday morning, a warm 52 outside here in Smyer, TX. Sarah, Mother, and I are here to take care of our Grandmother who broke her leg awhile back. Our Grandfather had been taking care of her, but he works out of town ( actually all over the U.S. ) and had to go back to work. So we are filling in.
We saw the work on our old house here, and it is coming right along. Our Grandfather is renovating it to sell it.
My Aunt Vada offered me a quilt my Great- Grandmother made for my hope chest, and says she has quite a few to choose from. So later on I will go over to her house to pick it out. I am excited, because that is what is supposed to go in a hope chest, and I have things I have bought, not heirlooms. My Grandmother is also giving me some silver that was also my Great-Grandmother's.
Robert and Jennifer are taking care of the chores and the rabbits, and they are doing very well.
Well, I will, Lord willing, write more later.
1/2 of the Bunker Children