As you can see by the background here, I used to have lovely, weed-free gardens. In the picture, you see Mechelle, her brother, Troy, and my daughter, Rachel. Perhaps this was taken around 1982. The little boy suspended between the girls is getting married in a month. Troy and Mechelle used to live next door to us, and I babysat them sometimes. Their parents are our friends who have the vineyard and winery. When Troy was a toddler, I'd rock him and sing the Jerry Lee Lewis song, "What Made Milwakee Famous". He'd listen closely as I sang, "It's late, I know she's waiting, and I know I should go home..." and he'd chime in on the word "home". The neighbor kids would start to sing that song to him outside when they were playing, and Troy would get angry, saying, "No!!!! Mine song!!!!"
Is it possible that was more than twenty years ago?
There's something strange and unique about my little community. Kids don't leave. Or if they do, they come back eventually. Perhaps part of the reason is that we're in driving distance of Kansas City, where the jobs are.
I deleted part of this entry, simply because I wouldn't want someone to be hurt by anything I write in my journal.