
Thursday night we were all together for the first time since the summer of 2004, so we caught up on kids and grandkids—work, school, graduations, accomplishments, difficulties, joys…. Those who had photos shared them. And, of course, Thomas or I shared our photos from our laptop when we found an interested party, flipping through last summer’s Grandparent Camp, our home and woods, and our trip to Switzerland two years ago.
The subjects of our table talks after a meal is finished can be almost any topic. One morning the honored sibs began to tell tales about their childhood in Snyder, TX. After a fairly detailed geography of the town, some observations about the town’s growth over the years, the four of them traced their family moves from Avenue S to 25th Street and Avenue M. The next move was a little further out Avenue M toward the rodeo grounds.

This is probably one of those stories he never told in his mother’s hearing. (There seem to be more and more of those stories surfacing…)
From Avenue M they moved to Avenue G, over by the football field. While they lived there Bob joined the army and Frank began traveling with the high school football team. As they recalled this move I made a mental note of just how significant this time was for them. The army sent Bob to Ft. Monmouth, New Jersey where he met Rose. After his discharge he remained in New Jersey and continued to work for the government doing what he had done in the military. In December he and Rose will celebrate their 55th Wedding Anniversary.
Frank’s interest in football that began there on Avenue M continued and he excelled in it, went to college on a foot ball scholarship and eventually coached both high school and college football. In one of those positions he met his Barbara—and the rest is history. He and Barbara have been married almost 50 years and have the honor of being the only great-grand parents in the lot.


Friday night’s table talk went in an odd direction: snakes, lizards, alligators, bobcats, turtles, rabbits, and squirrels, in no particular order. The Sweetwater Rattlesnake Round-up led to lengthy discussions about that experience. Frank had one rattlesnake college prank he remembered.

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