Houston

My last blog was a tribute to LaMoine Hamilton, who passed away in July, 2014.  I think of her often.

We moved to Houston in July, 1991.  We moved into a small house on 11 acres (some of that was the bluff) which backed up to the Big Piney River.  It was a "long ways down" to the river, but our two boys made the trek often. 

We added on a large bedroom with bath and bay window looking toward the river.  We also added a deck to that bedroom.  The boys were able to each have a small bedroom in the small house.

It's bittersweet to think about this.  The boys were 10 and 12 when we moved there.  Now, I know that it was very hard to make this move from Plato.

We sold that house in the fall of 2003 after buying one in Cape Fair, MO, in the summer of 2002.  We did not move until May of 2003.  From October until May, we lived in a one-room apartment near Licking.  When Phil retired in May and school was out shortly afterward, we moved on.

Houston is very dear to me.  The school.  The people.  The town.  Mostly the people.  I will always love it.

While we were there the momentous things that happened were both boys leaving for college, both getting married.  My sister-in-law Kay and my mother-in-law Eulah going on to Heavenly rewards.

My dream of being a principal became a reality.  A reality that wasn't always what I had hoped it would be.

It was there that we first met Rachel and Mandy, both lovely girls, who are now the mothers to 4 children each.  Mandy is expecting number five.  They have blessed our lives.

I miss those days, but it's a good life.  Yesterday was our 42nd anniversary, and although I'm pretty sick with a cold, I wouldn't trade my life for anything else.  Praise be to our Lord.