I had a wonderful week-end. Back to my roots; to the wonderful people and places that were such an intricate part of my childhood. I walked into that wonderful old farm house and went directly to the spot where I sat on my Papa's lap in his recliner. I closed my eyes and I could still sense him. That wonderful man, the wisest man I know with a 6th grade education. There is life there. Some of the houses I passed were empty and abandoned but now this one. For that I am grateful. People were there living and making memories just like our family did. I truly thank God for my roots. I have a wonderful heritage.