Previously......I was about to meet my new kinfolk and I was very frightened..Grampa was making his way toward me as I exited the car and he.......
didn't wait for any introductions..He reached out and encircled me in his arms and delivered the biggest bear hug I could imagine..Meanwhile, halfway between the car and the steps leading to the front porch, my h had gramma in a bearhug to match grampa's..We were about to switch huggers..I braced myself for another "breath taker" from...

Previously..... I am glad to be leaving this big, dirty town, yet I am embarrassed to be going back home. Home? We have no home. Where will we stay? I vow that I will return home just long enough to put the next step of my plan to work, and I feel lighter and ask Dad what time we leave......

We arrive back "home" at dusk and we collect our suitcases once again from the back of the bus..This time no one is waiting to take us somewhere to spend the night..We are just a block...

It was in August some forty and more years ago when my life long dream came true..I was the young bride of a "mountain man"

My dream since early childhood had always been to marry a man from the mountains and live there in the beautiful, natural majesty of some of what I considered Gods greatest masterpiece in landscaping..

The only time I had ever been to the mountains was on a short trip to Charleston, West Virginia when I was about 8 years old..What an impression...

Previously..
We are just in time to board the bus and settle down for the two hour trip..My sister is reading a book she brought along, Mom is quiet and sits beside dad in the seats before us..Daddy is smiling and talking to another man.

I am making a plan as the open road and the farm houses and pastures pass us by..I see the lights in the windows in the twilight as we pass through the small towns..Now and then I catch a rare glimpse of a home and the family within..My imagination...

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..Miss Brown, who seems to like me pretty well, told me this morning that she has nominated me for a special award during graduation for my journalism skills..I am so overjoyed with happiness, but there is a very dark cloud hanging over my head and I feel the sting of tears, because I know that this is the last school paper that I will be a part of and that I would not be graduating here in two months.....

I know that tomorrow will be the last time I enter this room,...