"Cousins are the first friends most people have as children."
You know, I've never really thought about that before. But it's so true. They are there at your first birthday party....before you've really made any other friends. They are there for all the really important things in your life.....birthday parties, Christmas (and lots of holidays for that matter), family reunions, etc. They are the first playmates of your youth...your first companions.
I have such fond memories of these cousins:
Their mom and my mom were first cousins and the best of friends.
We did not remain close as we got older but I have recently reconnected with them on Facebook and it's great to now see THEIR children!
I will never forget the memories I made with my cousins.
To be such a small town...(population approx. 14,000 people),
the people here really appreciate the arts.
I appreciate that.
We are in the process of building a Children's Museum. It should be open in 2012.
Also, we have something really fun and interesting coming for three months beginning August 1.
Three dimensional, life-sized works inspired by masterpieces from the French Impressionist era will be on display at our Arts Council. Last week they put up the first one as a *teaser* of what's to come. It is HUGE....about 20 ft. tall!!!
We live in North Carolina. Our state has a magazine named...you guessed it....OUR STATE. Hubs and I really like it. He reads it every month....cover to cover. We like to try to visit some of the interesting places listed. This month the cover looked like this:
Kalawi Farms/Ben's Ice Cream were featured inside the magazine. The article boasted about their peach ice cream. "The triple-decker peach ice cream cone, made from peaches that have gotten too ripe and soft to sell, attracts people from all over, including two men who flew down in a helicopter from Raleigh last year just for a taste." Well, we didn't fly down in a helicopter, but we did drive down for a taste. It did not disappoint. It may have been the best peach ice cream I have ever had. I didn't take a picture because I was too busy eating it before the heat of the day melted it. But here is a picture of Ben's Ice Cream and Fruit Stand....and hubs!
We couldn't leave there without a few peaches. YUM!
We stopped at a few antique stores on the way back...and we may or may not have purchased something for the twins............
I saw this picture on Pinterest (yeh, I'm hooked)...
Immediately I thought about the kitchen table...and how everyone had their OWN chair. You didn't dare sit in your brother or sister's seat.....it was YOURS. There is such security in knowing you have a place at the table. There was, at one time, some arguing and some complaining about the food. Hubs put his foot down one night and ordered no more complaining about a food you don't like. No thank you was sufficient. Also, you had to tell one good thing that happened at school if you were going to tell a bad thing.....That way, nightly meals did not turn into a grumble fest! We drilled Bible verses and Spanish words at the table. We made Valentine Cards and learned about where all the states were on the U.S. map (thanks Poppy). We addressed birthday cards there, and thank you notes. Wedding invitations were made and many punch bowls for baby showers have been there. We celebrated birthdays at that table and served lots of Super Bowl food. We read a bible verse out of a little box before meals...and we prayed. We celebrated making baseball and basketball teams and cheerleading squads too. We served our meals out of bowls (mom said never sit the pots on the table)...and we sat there every night. No television. No phone calls. Nothing but family...and your very own seat. It was one of the few things that was sacred......that you didn't have to EVER share with your sibling.
Memories were made there.
Never underestimate the SECURITY of your child's place at the table.