Kin

At the end of June, I took a road trip, just me and the boys. My very dear childhood friend was visiting her family in Kentucky. That was the closest she and I had been geographically in three years, so I made my way West.

On the way out and back, I spent the night at my cousins' place in Tennessee--Buzzard Holler, they call it. I had never met them, but very quickly felt at home and among family. Woof, Pooh-Bear, Heather, Patches and Barney extended us a most warm welcome.

It wasn't far to the Bible College where my great-great grandfather was an professor, and where he and my great-great grandmother are buried.

Now I know why my grandfather speaks of those hills with such fondness. It is an enchantingly beautiful part of the country.

I also stopped along the way to spend a couple of hours with a friend from college, whom I had not seen since then. She is featured on an earlier post.

I enjoyed staying with my friend at her aunt and uncles' home. My visit overlapped nicely with one of her friends' visit from Chicago, whom I had been wanting to meet for years. It was also nice getting to know her uncle, a very warm and kind person. She and I had a lot of catching up to do, which is apparently why I didn't take any pictures of us!