411 The Walters Bunch

The museum of my people.....a few generations removed.  My Cherokee grandmother was laid to rest in small ceremony, consisting of more family than I have ever met, in an old section on Denton next to where her beloved husband was buried  35 years before her.  It was surreal. It was sad because she was gone, but also happy because relatives who only see each other at funerals were able to catch up. My grandma's younger sister looked EXACTLY like her. I wish my family was as close as my husband's family is, but sadly they are not. I hadn't seen my grandma in years and seeing her sister made me sad. I am not sure why my family chose to not celebrate with family (or really hug either), but knowing what I know now and looking back I wish they had. I wish I could go back and tell my grandparents (all of them) how great they are and how much I loved them.  The first few years of married life took some getting use to. My husband's family loves to hug an

No, not really, but with all the crazy torrential down pours we have had lately it feels like it.  Every where in North Texas has had between 5-10 inches in a week! If we had grass, it might not be too bad, but we don't. Instead we have nasty black clay that only knows two types of saturation. That is either so dry I have literally  2 inch wide 18 inch deep cracks or so muddy water squeezes out when you step on it. There is NO in between. Needless to say that 6 inches of rain turned my yard into a river with my house becoming an island. I felt bad for our ducks, oops I mean chickens. They learned to stay up high! The hens look so drowned after a couple days of pouring rain that we put them in the garage to dry off. I was smart this time though in how I set up the cage so the mess was much better contained than the last time. Not only did it rain a horrendous amount, but then an artic front came through turning everything to ice, which of course resulted in the loss of electricity.