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Directions:I loved going to see family down in Holtville. The drive was one of my favorite things. It was peaceful and I could get lost in the fields and fields of produce. My dad and I had a game we would play on every trip. I would guess what was growing in the field and he would tell me whether I was right or wrong. Man I can really make a pretty good guess going 55mph down the highway now. I knew we were close when we would see little billows of smoke all throughout town and the air would smell of trash burning in peoples backyards. I truly love that smell, as weird as that is, haha. Driving into grandma and grandpas would just make my heart skip a beat. I loved that house with the covered breezeway, outside bathroom, green painted rooms and clean shiny floors. Itchy wool couches. The bed Betsy and I would sleep on always had little cabinets in the headboard and we were always nosy and would open them to see what treasure we would find. I remember Grandma Herring's four slice toaster and the coffee she would sneak us. I remember grandma and grandpa's matching recliners. I remember crazy dry cracked ground and canals at the edge of the road. Uncle Ed and his tic-tacs!!! He would shake his shirt pockets so I could hear those tic-tacs and come running. I loved getting together for family gathering's at Uncle Ed and Aunt Doris' or in Grandpa and Grandma's breezeway. Uncle Ed's cooking could literally feed an army, yummm! Aunt Doris' big closet as you walked in the front door, even though we always came in the kitchen side door. Going to the family church when there was a big event. The carrot carnival!! Uncle Ed always winning the rib cook-off. On the way home if we passed a cotton field my dad would stop and let us pick cotton. I will always remember grandma's birthday party in the breezeway and grandma getting a new pair of white shoes and they were the largest shoes I had ever seen. I remember being in awe of my grandma's height and square shoulders but most of all the size of her heart. My memories of the Valley are some of my most treasured. |
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